When a man has been in your life for 11 years, it's hard to think about moving on quickly.
I did it in two weeks.
Oh, don't get me wrong. It wasn't easy. I did some serious browsing on-line, looked at a lot of different pictures, interviewed many potential representatives. Once I found him, I knew he was the right one for me. There was a gleam of playfulness in his eyes, a come hither look, and an offer of many years of happiness to come. Of course, it hasn't all been roses. There has been a definite adjustment period. Like most men, he thought he would rule the roost. He made the mistake of thinking I was coming into his world, not he into mine.
After some false starts of learning where he can pee, where he can sleep, and what furniture he's allowed on, we've moved into the honeymoon phase. He runs to greet me when I get home, and wants to be hugged and kissed. He squirms a bit if I get any lipstick on him, but it's easily wiped off.
All in all, it's a great match.
Wait a minute. You thought this was all about a HUMAN male? Nah, not on your life. It's my new kitten, Dakota. Go to the photo gallery to see some pics of him when he was only a few weeks old.