With the bride away from home this weekend and with me watching some races at my desk I threw the wife's lap blanket over my recliner up in the man cave. The momcat Mister Mittens came upstairs this evening to bug me for eats, recognized my wife's scent, squealed with joy & happiness, and jumped up into the recliner for a crash and a snooze.
I'll be 64 next week and I'm beginning to think I will never know anything well about girls from any species. I still remember the day I saw dirty pictures of girls when I was a little boy and fainted.
