Dropping the rope sounds good. Playing laser pointer with the fat cat sounds great. I had a cat, whom I loved dearly, for about 18 years. He was so fat that sometimes he'd lay down next to his food dish and use his paw to scoop some kibble onto the floor next to his head.
Originally Posted By: Heimlich
She's a good woman who happens to not want me, a good man.
I'm not questioning your fabulousness, but I still think you have lots of room for improvement, lots of things to try out with W before chalking it up to her happening not to want you. Of course, in the end, you may be right.
Sometimes we all just need a break, so take it easy. I'm glad you're around.
