Finding a new love

I wasn’t dressed, just covered up with an old robe, when my doorbell rang. 

I opened the door to find my neighbor accompanied by a handsome raven-haired male. “We’d like to come in – I want you to meet -------“ 

“No,” I hastily interrupted, “I’m not even dressed, and I just came home from the hospital two days ago.”

But over my protest, in they came.  He acted as if he had never seen anyone so welcoming, doing all he could to make me like him.

That was almost two years ago: we live together now.  We love each other, but are dependent on one another only for the exchange of affection.  He doesn’t interfere with my lifestyle, and I don’t interfere with his pursuit of his interests which are separate from mine.  We are always glad to see each other, and I confess I am the one who most frequently goes out.  He has never left me home alone.  We suit each other.  I love him.  I believe he loves me.  I think we share as true a love as I’ve ever had.  I believe it will last.

He is, of course, my cat.  I hope that doesn’t invalidate our relationship.

Jane Staly, Maitland, Florida

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