Bently wanted to make sure I wouldn't leave him behind.
The Fatty has had a pretty rough time since we relocated to New York. My current apartment is about the size of this box and poor Fatty bounces around the place like a pin ball. Probably because he is blind.
Lately he has started to get his bearings and is becoming a bit more playful - less worries, I suppose, about crushing his little skull on a table leg. And with this I have started to realize just how much joy the little fur ball gives me. I never knew I could love something with four legs this much.
I also never expected to become one of THESE people. A cat lady. Who whips out my phone at the dinner table to show off photos of the fat guy nestled up on my couch.
The proverbial 'they' always joke that if you get a cat you will never get a date again. What they did not explain was that it is not the cats exhistence but the fact that you quickly become content to stay at home on a Friday night to spend quality time with something that won't talk back.
Bently might not bode well for my New York love life but he does remind me everyday that I love my life all the same.
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