When a man loves a woman, sometimes he just needs to make sure she feels the same. I love my woman more than any person on the face of the earth. But, sometimes she spends so much time with those annoying, needy cats that I question how much she could really love me. I do not understand why we have to have those hairy monsters in the house. I am certain we could be happy living here alone…just the two of us…me and her. But she insists I be nice to them. So I tolerate the annoying beasts. But over the weekend I had the insatiable need to know for sure that she loves me…not just on the surface, but deep down in her heart. So I gave her a test…a test filled with pant-loads of funky poo and a whole lot of pitiful, sad looks filled with misery. I knew I would be able to tell if I was her world by her worried looks, her opening up 47 cans of tasty food after I walked away from every single one, by her cleaning up after my “mistakes” and not fussing at me, and by the 4083 kisses and hugs she gave me.
I am happy to report the test is now complete. I can resume being my normal vibrant self. The result of the test, you ask?
Without question…she loves me.