Shelby was running around the house yesterday showing pictures on her phone of a young cat that needed adoption. She would be perfect for you popa!

A beautiful eighteen year old virgin girlfriend, with money, who adores me, would be perfect.

It made me think of my last pet, my cat Piper. She was with me for eleven years, from the moment she posed on our hottub deck in Idaho, to the time I laid her down at my little house in Tennessee.

As I patted the dirt and said goodbye, I really knew she was my last pet. I was telling Shelby that I heard her from the other side, a couple weeks after she passed. It was a loud meow that emanated through the house one night. Maybe she's waiting for me there now.