Why I’ve decided to keep at least one of my cats? Well, for starters–he’s way more available than most of the men I meet.
He’s self-sufficient. Really, now many men do you know who can lick their own privates?
Martin, my cat, is highly intuitive. When I sit on the sofa, which is where I do “me” writing, he magically appears and gets quite close. Sometimes his head rests on my arm. It’s a tad intrusive, but then he rolls over and looks at me piercingly with his green eyes. And I feel loved.
Martin, unlike many men, doesn’t require much attention. He isn’t the whiny type…that’s his brother’s job. Martin eats when I tell him too, does his business discreetly out in the yard and comes promptly, happily, when I call him.
When I think about the things I want in a relationship, he seems to fit many of those, He’s fit and trim, well-groomed. A little younger and quite spry. I don’t think he’s cheating on me and he satisfies me, in his own way. Not jealous of my toys at all.
I’ve had trouble with the concept of knowing what I really want and sticking to that. I can’t really blame anyone but myself for failed relationships. Expectations need to be matched with realistic understandings of what I want and what others can offer me.
A man recently approached me with a vagueness that I let slide. He said things like “it’s complicated” and “but, we lead separate lives”. Each direct question got the “it’s complicated” response, paired with “we can talk about it”. Wait…we are talking about it, aren’t we? I cut him loose before things got started. Martin never does that kind of double-talk.
Maybe everything I want is here at home. A little catnip, warmth in the middle of the night and a low-maintenance male in the house?
