The Perfect Man

I miss my handsome boy.

I'm having a terrible week at work, so I'm missing Lancelot more than ever. He was a wonderful sounding board and listener. Whenever I had a crappy day, Lance was always there to hear my cries and comfort me. The perfect man: unabashed affection and never talked back. And a full head of hair, too!

Yesterday was particularly bad. In the morning the traffic lights went out on Ben Franklin Parkway, so drivers honked constantly even though no one could move. Stress has taken hold at our office, so every day is a test of perseverance. I couldn't wait to turn around and get home. I felt terrible, and I didn't want to cook, so I stopped at the Whole Foods for a carb-filled dinner.

I cheered up a little when I checked the mail. I got a letter from the Feline Health Center of Cornell University's College of Veterinary Medicine. The folks at VCA Cat Hospital donated money in my Lancelot's name. I gave his ashes an extra kiss and had myself a good cry.

I may visit the animal refuge again this weekend, despite last weekend's disaster. My friend Concetta, who works at the Please Touch Museum, also may have found a stray cat for me. The kitty is living in Memorial Hall, the future home of PTM. Her current name is "Dog," which probably says something about her personality. I'll check her out and find her a home, even if we're not destined for each other. No animal—or person—should be alone!