Who needs a man?

I have a cat. Actually, I have two. Both abandoned presents from ex-boyfriends. The littlest one, just over a year, I didn't even want. Turns out he was the one good thing that came out of dating the old guy.

You see, he is absolutely the dumbest thing on the planet (the cat, not the ex - wait, no the ex too)- but he's a good boy. This cat is such a man it's ridiculous - he doesn't even sleep with his legs closed and when it's warm he likes to put his "manly" parts right in front of the air conditioner to cool off.

As I spend time relaxing at home, I'm getting anxious to go. I wanted to listen to music and country is the only station playing music videos right now. So now I'm just sitting here getting depressed. At that very moment, my little boy cat happily runs and jumps on the bed, head butts me and purrs, then promptly lays on his back, legs wide open and sleeps. This makes me think - he's the only boy I've slept next to in a year and a half - and hey, he's the best damn boy that I've ever slept next too.

So on that note, who needs a man when I have this cat? LOL.