Posted on 08/04/2014 2:38:36 PM PDT by nickcarraway
I LIVED with the same cat for 19 years by far the longest relationship of my adult life. Under common law, this cat was my wife. I fell asleep at night with the warm, pleasant weight of the cat on my chest. The first thing I saw on most mornings was the foreshortened paw of the cat retreating slowly from my face and her baleful crescent glare informing me that it was Cat Food Time. As I often told her, in a mellow, resonant, Barry White voice: There is no luuve like the luuve that exists between a man and his cat.
Youre in love with that cat! my then-girlfriend Margot once accused me. To be fair, she was a very attractive cat.
The cat was jealous of my attention; she liked to sit on whatever I was reading, walked back and forth and back and forth in front of my laptops screen while I worked, and unsubtly interpolated herself between me and any woman I may have had over. She and my ex Kati Jo, who was temperamentally not dissimilar to the cat, instantly sized each other up as enemies. When I was physically intimate with a woman, the cat did not discreetly absent herself but sat on the edge of the bed with her back to me, facing rather pointedly away from the scene of debauch, quietly exuding disapproval, like your grandmothers ghost.
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Yes, yes, I do. ;^)
That’s our little girl too. Can’t walk by the others without throwing a punch.
Wonder what makes one the alpha cat..:)
She’s a girl. That’s all she needs to know.
Yeh...:)
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