My cat Peter evidently doesn’t get the loving nutrients he needs when I’m away from home. He demanded love and I was the poor sap who had to give it to him. I don’t like to talk about my soft side, for in truth I don’t have one, not anymore; but I managed to rise to the occasion and comfort my feline friend. After giving him his favorite dish, yogurt, I gave him a rubdown. I guess my wife and daughters have neglected him since the arrival of the dog last year, or maybe he just longs for the male touch. Everyone wants to be loved, even animals, but Peter, it would seem, is more interested in sex than love. I feel used.
