You fight like a married couple!

A friend of mine and her boyfriend have increased their fighting schedule to where I could set my watch by it! Its gotten so bad that whenever I go over, I have to leave because they start fighting, then they start sending me the "silent signals"(dun dun duuuun!) that inform me that its time to hit the dusty trails. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to say as I was leaving, "All right, I'll just leave you two lovebirds to your romantic evening..." Its not my place to get involved, but I am tired of being caught in the middle! I would certainly like to find a nice young man to heal my heart and help me start over, but watching them is turning me off the idea. I often joke about preferring my cats to men, but I'm beginning to think that devoting myself to their overwhelming feline fantasy wouldn't be such a bad idea. I mean, which would you rather bed?

This muscle-bound, man-god - who'd probably try to stick his penis in you or some other obnoxious act...








Orrrrrrrrrr....





This fantastic, fluffy feline, who wants nothing more than to bathe you in 'cute' rays and shove his cottonball paws in your nose?

Those in good taste - as well as mind - would choose the latter.