20 POUNDS OF LOVE
I recently met a man. I was so excited. He was everything I was looking for in a man. I was so wrong. He was a lying scumbag. And so it goes, I still go to bed alone every night. One night a week or so ago, I went to bed saddened by my loneliness. I turned off the light and felt a heavy thump on my bed. Ash had come to sleep with me. I petted him and rubbed his belly. He purred. Satisfied he stretched out, fell asleep, and snored. It struck me, that if it was a man in my bed, it would be no different. After a bit of "attention", no doubt he would have hogged the bed, snored and I would be alone, wide awake, and unsatisfied. Who needs a man when you have 20lbs of cat to love? At least I don't have to pick up his socks. Ben was not well enough to try out for the soccer team. His legs continue to ache. He has lost almost ten pounds this summer and because he had no fat to give, it was all muscle. He continues to get better and is looking forward to playing ...