Celebrating life again.

Deprived. I’ve lived deprived. For several months. Ever since one of my dearest friends and longtime companion died. Yes, Loverboy. My cat. Exists only as spirit now. His ashes. On the mantel. I need more. Another living cat. A replacement. For Loverboy. Think about it. How much difference a solitary cat makes in one’s life. In my life. Yes, Yes. I must search. For another cat. Another daily source of loving sustenance. Amazing. Amazing. What a difference a cat makes. An opportunity to fall in love again. To rejoice. To celebrate life again. With a pulsating cat.   --Jim Broede