I'm in serious trouble here. I caught myself talking to my cat. I mean I was having a serious heart-to-heart with him and I think he even had an opinion. When I'm seventy-something am I going to be one of those gals who everyone knows as the cat lady?? You know, as in, "Hey, look, there's the Cat Lady." I need a man. A two-legged homo erectus kind of man [pun intended]. Actually-and gratefully-I have one. An amazing one. Two-legged and...well, never mind. But he's been away on business this week, and since I'm now working from home, my contact with hairball-less human types is sorely lacking. I need to take a class or something to get me out of the house and away from myself. And the cat. We're starting to look alike.
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