Love him

I was up this morning at 6am. Good thing because yet another downtown zombie rang my doorbell at 7am. I had to tell him to stop ringing my doorbell. He didn’t know to stop ringing my doorbell until I told him to stop, twice. The things I do for the love of a stray cat. I stay here until I can get kitty and me a proper home.

On my way out last night I was stopped by my stray kitty who was waiting for me at the bottom of my stairs like Romeo to Juliet. Here I’m ready to be in a relationship again and in walks this kitty cat. I love this kitty. He is my forest ranger spirit otter. I just want to scoop him up, love him, and walk into the sunset with my little fury toe beans.

And the reason I say this is...

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We girls love cats more than men. Cats give us so much more. In the 15 minute visits I get with this stray cat, just petting him on the head and hearing him pur, calms my nerves. It’s more rewarding and satisfying than anything a man has given me in years. 

Men have completely dropped the ball when it comes to giving us women reason to personally invest in them. When a purring cat makes me more calm and happy than being with any man, that’s how bad men have dropped the ball. 

After the zombie rang my doorbell at 7am, I noticed it was raining out. I put on some pants and walked around the block to see if Miso was hiding out nearby. Sadly he wasn’t. 

Miso stray kitty is not my buddy, as someone recently called him, he’s the little furball who walked into my life just as I had decided I wanted someone to love. ❤️

One more fault of man, they linger around and expect women to seek them out to offer our love. Meanwhile in the real world, a little kitty plays Romeo....