Conversing
Here’s a pic of one of my cats. His name is Jasper.
I’ll take a pic of the other one when I have the camera out again. Her name is Baby, and she’s a Tuxedo cat (black and white). She and her brother are just over two years old, and they look nothing like there mother. The Mom was a brown and black striped kitty named Cubby. Very friendly. But unfortunately, she was hit by a car just after she finished weaning Jasper and Baby. But they seem to have adopted her happy disposition. I love cats. Do yours purr loudly? That’s what really makes a cat something special in my book. The louder they purr, the better.
Yep, I know it’s a cross-country relationship. But, the more attraction, the less long seems the distance. Let’s play with it a while and see how it goes.
It’s about 80 degrees and sunny here in PA at the moment, at around 5:45 PM. I’m going to head out back after while to work on the back porch roof. It was leaking yesterday, and I just had the thing replaced at summer’s start. I’m hoping the problem should be easy to spot.
I graduated from the University of Pittsburgh in 1988. You? Where did you go to school?
I have no problem with kids.
Do you remember that first dance you ever did with an attractive guy? For some reason, writing to you brought a similar memory to me when I asked my first girlfriend to dance. The anticipation. The excitement. That feeling that, for a moment, nothing else in the world mattered except the two of you. Oh, sometimes I think I’m too much of a romantic. 
Well, gotta run for now. Write back.
