I was a dog person before I was a cat person. I guess due to proximity. As a child, I didn’t know many cats, but I did know my cousins’ dog Lori. Lori was only a year younger than me, and I remember being significantly shocked one Christmas when I was 3 or 4 years old when I realized Lori couldn’t communicate with me directly, with language, like humans could. I guess that gives some credence to those movies and TV shows where the pets can only communicate with babies or young children. But I digress. This story isn’t about Lori. It’s about John.
I first met John a few years back. My coworker invited my boyfriend and I back to her condo one night after we’d had some drinks. John was quick to greet us at the door and spent most of that evening with his head in my…
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