No, it's not about going to bed with the 18-year-old Donna from Detroit. When I turn off the TV and turn out the light in my man cave TV room a certain huge male cat downstairs notices. And when he's thinking about bunking with me...

I was sitting on the edge of my bed taking my socks off when the tom Trouble came racing up the stairs. With a flying leap from about ten feet out he let out a cat yell and landed upon my bed, tail straight up in happiness while warbling at the ceiling. I grabbed him to rub him up and he flopped with his eyes closed. I was working his skull, neck and shoulders and in no time he was purring near asleep.

I turned out the light to sleep with my large cat bunky but I was dreaming about Donna from Detroit.

But damn, I watched that cat be born and he's still here more than nine years later. I like that.

You must be a "hot box of rocks" ...Momcat andTrouble competing for a spot next to you for nightie night