They had it all…
A sunny spot in the living room and the complete absence of love.
Several sofas, a nap shelf, dinners in which the food would be left untouched.
Nine-bedroom home in the suburbs, scratching post castle, out of control spending.
A litter box with a roof, a single ball of aluminum foil, and a staring contest that lasted for years.
A house full of mice, lots of really dangerous group sex.
Wall-to-wall carpeting, unlimited kitty treats, and a casual indifference to life and everything that existed outside of the self, which I found refreshing.
Leaky faucets for sipping, a gullible teenage son I was able to convince to murder his parents.
Laps.