. . . she sits on my tummy with her front paws resting on my chest and purrs. My blood pressure falls, heart rate slows down and I forgive that ******* in the office.

. . . I look at another furball on the floor or bed - which has two mattress protectors - and don't bat an eyelid.

. . . I step on her tail accidentally and say, "I'm sorry". As she walks off in a huff, I turn her around, look into her eyes and say, " I'm really sorry."