Some say men give you sanctuary others deem them sedimentary. My cousin claims they’re alive to cheat anyone and everyone that they meet. Yet some can’t help but fall in love saying he was their match; the other glove. Some blame the syllables of adoration muttered in their ear or the TV for unveiling marriage without fear. Whether men are thought wonderful or wild I possess one with a mild temper, who’s been with me for fifteen years we don’t grasp each other’s hands or even kiss believed by some to be a couple’s bliss. Yet if sorrow haunts me or if tears grace the floor, he is forever there to adore. Instead, I enjoy stroking his hair, as we lounge by the fire without a care. His interests involve watching birds flutter about outside in the lawn, where he’d enjoy getting out. I chose him, yet he chose me sat upon my lap, the rest was history. I know upon him my heart is set he isn’t employed, but on me he’s spent a thousand purrs and mews of hello, and unwavering trust enough to know that I will always provide for and care for my trusted feline companion… I know he’ll always be there.