Love, actually.

Yes. Well. It would seem that the only one whose physical presence I am graced with who truly loves me is, in fact, my cat. Dear Jack, who has heard me cry and consoled me through even the most treacherous of times.

This is a somewhat distressing realization.

I do hope I may find someone who will love me and my emotionally disturbed feline. It would very disappointing to be left alone with Jack forever. She may have unconditional love, but she doesn't exactly warm the bed at night. Maybe just my feet. I always do seem to have cold feet.