I live with a man, you know.
It’s not perfect, but the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
He’s fairly intelligent, but sometimes…
he looks so stupid… when he doesn’t understand.
He likes order.
I don’t have to mention…
everyone knows… I’m a very clean person.
But he mixes up cleanliness with order.
and doesn’t realize… that order, is HIS order.
we squabble sometimes.
he has a Persian rug.
it’s perfect for stretching my legs…
for holding on by my fingernails…
and giving myself a goooood stretch
but he wants that rug to last forever.
always telling me, don’t scratch the rug
you would think the rug was more important
than me? than him?
than the bird I brought him as a spring offering…?
That’s why, sometimes…
I just have to leave the house
and roll around in the dirt
He never joins me, you know…
he’s too stiff
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