My Little Travelling Man.

I realise this is a shameless indulgence, but I just had to put it out there..

I love my cat.

There, I said it. But I don't just love him in your everyday I-love-my-pet sort of way, I actually love him. Well, not in a sexual way, obviously, because that would be insane. But in a part-of-my-heart sort of way. He is, without exception, the only man in my life to have always loved me, always been there for me, and never hurt me. Well, not on purpose - he can't help having claws. And, in his few 5 years on this planet, he's moved to 4 different houses with me, never minding because we were together. My little travelling man.