​Steve’s Old World mother felt saddened by the fact that he just wasn’t looking to settle down with a woman.  But the best relationship advice he ever got was “You don’t need a woman; you have a cat.”  Indeed, Charlie woke him up every day by licking the back of his head.  When he left for work, the feline would grab his leg as if to say, “You can’t leave!”  When he returned from the office, Charlie would be on his leg once again.
 
Hundreds of friends and family members attended Steve’s funeral.  His tombstone read, “Best Cat Dad ever.”

​Frank, Larry, and Pete finished up their monster plate of wings at Blue’s Pub.  Fraternity brothers from college, they had met once a month for the past twenty-five years to catch up and reminisce.  As Larry finished the last wing, Frank said, “Who’s up for some shots?” 
 
Larry had to finish packing for a flight to New York to meet with the publisher of his upcoming book, while it was time for Pete to give his cat her pills.
 
After they left, Frank ordered his usual shot of Dewar’s with a Heineken chaser.  And then another.  Wifey could wait.