Cats ... Are Like Four-legged Poster Children

I'm 38 And I'm Single, And I'm Having My Most Intense And Gratifying Relationship With A Dog. But We All Learn About Love In Different Ways, And This Way Happens To Be Mine.

So It Persists, For Many Of Us, Hunger Channeled Into Some Internal Circuitry Of Longing, Routed This Way And That, Emerging In A Thousand Different Forms. The Diet Form, The Romance Form, The Addiction Form, The Overriding Hunger For This Purchase Or That Job, This Relationship Or That One. Hunger May Be Insatiable By Nature, It May Be Fathomless, But Our Will To Fill It, Our Often Blind Tenacity In The Face Of It, Can Be Extraordinary.

Smooth And Ordered On The Outside; Roiling And Chaotic And Desperately Secretive Underneath, But Not Noticeably So, Never Noticeably So.

Before You Get A Dog, You Can't Quite Imagine What Living With One Might Be Like; Afterward, You Can't Imagine Living Any Other Way.

Solitude Is A Breeding Ground For Idiosyncrasy, And I Relish That About It, The Way It Liberates Whim.