After living with Mom for more than six years, I've come to the conclusion that DUDES RULE and MOM DROOLS. To demonstrate my new machismo, I've decided to become a lap cat — but only for Special Gentleman Friend. I just love him so very much.
In the morning, he wakes up and makes coffee. Then he reads a book on the leather chair that Minou loves to scratch. I join him, either snuggling on his lap or perching behind him.
When he comes home, he sits in the same chair and occasionally has a beer. Like him, I follow my morning pattern.
Tonight, Mom called me over to the couch. "Milo," she sang. "Milo, come here for a picture!"
I refused. Minou, too, preferred to hang out with SGF. You know why?
I got a man! (What's your man got to do with me? — ed.)