The Cat Next Door (or Living With Michael Part 4)

After working for a few hours in my home office, I decided I needed a glass of water. I opened the door and at my feet stood an orange, gray, and white cat, his tail waving wildly. Michael and I don’t own a cat. *** Michael loves all animals, and on our evening walks spots…

Living with Michael — Part 3

“Where’d you get the flowers?” Michael asked,┬ánoting the vase on the kitchen island. “I bought them for myself.” “Aw. It’s too bad you don’t have a boyfriend who buys you flowers.” “Eh — he does a lot of other wonderful things, so I don’t mind,” I said with a smile. In the past few weeks,…

Living With Michael — Part 2

“Have you talked to your mother lately?” I asked Michael this morning. “I called her yesterday.” “And did you talk to her?” “No, she wasn’t home.” “Did you leave a message?” “Oh my God!” Michael said. “Someone please help me.” “If you’d just give me a detailed answer the first time, I wouldn’t have to…