The Hope Saga...

We fight all the time. She bites. I run and put up my fists like Ali!
She scratches me. I cry.
We cuddle and she purrs.
I like go home with a clean and shiny car. She leaves her tiny paw prints on the streak free windows. I tip over her food bowl.
She stalks my every move for a perrrfect attack. I hide.
She comes to my room looking for me. And I sigh deeply.
She tries to kiss me and I back away. Its not that I don’t love her, its just that she drinks freely out of the toilet.
Through it all, I still have Hope.


…one day I’d like to see someone other a senior citizen win the lottery.