pussy

Some mornings I wake up thinking I should go find myself a good cat. There could be a happy, purring, warm kitty by my side, pleased to see me every morning, eager to share a lazy Sunday with me. I should visit shelters and look for a faithful, affectionate, entertaining, lifelong* companion. Then I realize that the day I came home with a cat, I'd surely meet a wonderful new woman, the closest thing imaginable to my perfect match, and she'd be allergic.

Litter boxes make me gag, anyway.


* Hopefully theirs.