City Girls

Give us some concrete, a few walls to sit or walk on, a Mexican restaurant, and perhaps a doll to grip by the neck, and we can't stop laughing. Sometimes she imitates me; sometimes I mimic her; and either way, we laugh till we piss our pants.  She squeals when I move my eyebrows; I hoot when she sneezes. She thinks it's hilarious when I cross my eyes; and when she walks like a chicken I laugh till I cry. Never, never have I had such unmitigated delight with another human being.

Meanwhile I continue my search for a cat companion, and it's not as easy as it sounds to find the right match.