Oh the Folly of Human Feline Engagements

There is a divine Kasey Chambers song (thanks to my ex-husband for being a fan so that I could love her, too) that has the chorus "Open up the sky... all gather round....praise the lord and take a look at what I've found... I got love that's as big as a raging storm...walls coming down that I don't need no more... and a sign on the door that says LONELY DOESN"T LIVE HERE ANYMORE. I found this song and played it over and over in my car. Singing and crying about my lack of a love life and seven, eight (?), nine (?) years of celibacy.

Meanwhile, my central love relationships have been with my cats. Non-sexual, yet fulfillingly physical. Especially when my children are repulsed by my nearness. "Don't touch me. " "Get away." I hate that. A lot. My cuddliest cat, Bella, was killed when hit by a car last year. I still miss her every day. Pudge is not as affectionate as Bella but he is very sweet and does like to sleep with me. So, my children very often hear me say, "Pudge! Handsome, handsome. Will you marry me?" Sometimes, I shake it up a bit and say, "Shiny, shiny boyfriend. Will you marry me?" Variations on that theme.

So, when I mistakenly mentioned to my youngest son that I wanted to sing the Kasey Chambers song at my wedding, he replied, "When you marry Pudge?" Having no partner for so many years and no prospects of one in the near future, his response was strangely logical.

Being me and unable to let things lie, drawn to pulling things out to their most preposterous conclusions, I decided to put on Facebook that I was engaged. Little did I know that since Pudge doesn't have a Facebook site yet, my betrothed would be a mystery. I intend on giving him one in the near future since I know many dogs and cats and pseudo dogs and cats who have things to say on Facebook.

Then, everyone will know that I have time to babble endlessly to friends, "friends", and others. But, no time to have a relationship with a suitable human. Because, really, who has that much time?