My neighbors have a boy cat named Mao. He's a big ol chubby lovebucket. Though they take care of Mao by feeding him and allowing him a spot to sleep on the couch at night, they don't love him up...at least in a way that I understand. I think they relate to him more as a functional companion, one who serves the purpose of being a hunter boy. I just love the fellah. He's soooooo dang sweet and affectionate. Today I had been over there picking strawberries with Mao supervising! The fog was starting to roll in and I wanted to be warm just a little longer so I layed myself down in a sunny spot. Mao came over and could not get close enough!!! He just kept switching his body around so he could be as close as possible. Finally, he settled on laying very close to my face (i was on my side) with his little paws touching me. We both took a cat nap to the music of his purring.
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| Mao and his yummy tummy! |
AND...
Tonight at the farmers market I was hanging out with a fellah whose company I enjoy as we laugh alot.
I can't remember the context for his statement but he said: "if you were 15 years younger..."
He is 25. I am 51. I just busted up. I think it was a compliment but it had somewhat of a sideways bend to it with that not so subtle implication of "old." Cuz he also could have said: "if I were 15 years older"and it would have bent the other way!!!
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