Lately, I’ve been missing Jareth a lot, but the boy won’t let me get another kitten.
No one can see me–I’m in mommy’s fur!
Nor will he let me get a porcupine so I can talk with it while feeding it corn.
And he’s adamant that we not bring an owl named Weird Owl Yankovic into our home, even after Jenny Lawson came up with that name.
However, this month, my desire for a kitten has been decreasing. I’ve found myself a man.
A great one.
One who makes me feel sexy.
One who can keep up with me, intellectually.
One who plays the piano for me and recites poetry while we snuggle.
One who gets my job and my schedule since he’s a teacher too.
One who just brought me tea and is literally making and packing me a lunch while I write this now.
Don’t worry, readers–I haven’t told you every story from my dating adventures–there are more blogs yet to come.
