ANGELO...

This is my beast...

He has enlightened, frustrated, scared, made me laugh, cry, be inspired, wonder and is a fabulous conversationalist.

Oh yes, we talk and he knows everything. Literally. If you look closely you can see the "know it all" in his green and sometimes gold eyes. He knows most things about most people...and animals. He got smarts. Ya know...

He has more than once found himself in compromising positions. He never speaks of them but, has gratefully come running home after a few days of independence. Not one complaint or attention getting "meow"; he knows who fills his bowl, who loves him anyway. Even after coming home smelling of perfume, alcohol and cigarettes. I just say "thank you for coming home", hug him, kiss his furry face and tell him "you stink". Men have come and gone (think what you want) but, this crazy being has stuck around for eleven years. Watched our children grow and move out, shared holidays, celebrations, moves, end of relationships (you know how that goes) and even deaths. He is my buddy, my big fuzzy babino. We both give, we both take. He greets me at the door, I let him in. 

When I brought him home it was under a very simple agreement...he only had to do two things...clean the cat box and make coffee in the morning, I thought it was a very fair exchange. He still looks at me like I am crazy to think such things could happen and says "NO". I roll my eyes and fill his bowls.

After all these years...guess I will just stick with it, it works. Guess we got this thing goin on and I like it...