[m i a o w] the cat

M is having trouble. I am nearing the status of perfect girlfriend and he’s beginning to look gun shy, gazing about with the whites of his eyes rolling hither and thither. Not only have I started dragging him into shops filled with boating accessories, today I dragged him to Bunnings [gasp] and then made him sit out the Grand Final in the pub (the pub that we have only ever been to once before - last Grand Final day). There I proceeded to drink beer with him, share chips and a noxious garlic pizza, while wearing thongs, a singlet and paint splattered shorts (the visit to the pub was not planned). Had it not been for my brassiere I would have had a free pass to blokedom. Unfortunately I missed ascending the pedestal after I knocked beer over M and refused to walk to the end of the pier with him after the game finished. So near…but yet so far.