Game, Set, Match

After reading recent posts regarding perceived notions of greatness when it comes to animals, I thought I’d put things to rest. There shall be no other posts to be considered after mine, this is the final word. I call him SourPuss and he saved my life. He’s the sweetest baby cat (he’s really 7 years old, but he’ll always be my baby) with an attitude that is just so lovely. He’s funny too, strutting around my apartment high above Division like he owns the place. He’ll sit by the window and I just know he’s contemplating life and the love he has for me. We sleep together every night and wake up in each other’s arms every morning. Often times we’ll watch movies in bed as the day flies by. I love to cook him a good meal and eat with him at the table. Sometimes he’ll take a nibble off my plate and I’ll say, “SourPuss, now that’s mama’s food, not yours!” Hahahaha! But he doesn’t listen because he knows I don’t really mean it. I was a mess before I got him, but he inspired me to quit using drugs, go back to school and get a nice job. Can any of you other animal “lovers” say that? No. My SourPuss is the bestest beastest who came down from heaven. He’s an angel who taught me how to love unconditionally. He’s the only man I’ll ever need in my life. He is the love of my life, my savior, my friend… he’s my SourPuss. xoxox <3