I take after Loverboy.

My cats don’t hold it against me. For shipping them out to my granddaughter’s place. For almost three months. While I spent most of the winter in Italy. They’re back with me now. In their routine. They didn’t forget home. Adjusted immediately. Loverboy declared that it’s possible to go home again. That he never lost his faith. That I’d be back. To bring him home. Chenuska seems appreciative, too. But she’s capable to adjusting to life anywhere. Just as long as she gets her daily meals. She lives to eat. Loverboy, however, lives to love. He takes after me. Or maybe it’s the other way around. I take after Loverboy. –Jim Broede