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Actually two. My dear friend, Dick, who lived in my building, and who died just before the pandemic at the age of 90, would always leave me a Valentine’s Day card. And Dick loved Hershey’s candy. So always a big bar of candy. One year I found the card above and left it for him. I don’t know where I got it. It was just in a box of cards that I kept. Dick told me I should have saved that card in case I met someone named Dick. I told him, “You don’t understand. They’re all dicks…” He liked that.

Here’s a true story for all of you who don’t believe Mr./Ms. Right will ever show up. My cat, Munster, loved, loved, loved the girls. He hit on every cat that came into our home. He started with my long time cat, Esmeralda. No, she wasn’t interested. He tried Samantha, who came through an open window for a brief visit. And Endora, a cat I rescued from a crack addicted friend. He wanted a girlfriend so badly. But he was now an indoor cat with no claws. He was never going out again.

One day at work, a co-worker asked me if I could take a kitten for the weekend. He had dogs and the people that were supposed to take her couldn’t. So I said yes. Sure. The weekend. I was familiar with this cat because I was also asked to take one of the kittens in the litter. But I was adamant that three cats was enough for me. It was a little black and white kitten. So cute. But I said, “No!” If I were to take any one of the cats, it would be the little black runt of the litter.

So the cat I brought home to babysit was the little black cat. She was so tiny that that night I wouldn’t let any of the cats near her. But the next morning, Munster fell in love. And, much to my surprise, so did the little piece of fluff. They were inseparable. They were a couple. But to stay, she had to have the permission of my grumpy, old, Persian girl. She went on a PR campaign to end all campaigns. Good luck. You have two days. I wasn’t worried. Esmeralda didn’t like anyone.

I named her Tabitha. She was Munster’s companion for the rest of his life.

So moral of this story. You can be a cat locked in an apartment, and still attract the love of your life. Whoever you are, whatever you look like, whatever your circumstances are, you can attract a partner. It won’t be your timing. It will be when the Universe sees fit. But never, ever imagine there isn’t someone out there for you. You are unique. It takes a moment to find you your perfect partner.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY from Melanie. Esmeralda, Endora, Munster and Tabitha have all passed on. But I believe there is another little ball of fur out there just meant for me!!!

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