You may remember me telling you that I got my cat Peter in college. He was a skinny little thing with a heart-shaped nose who got so cold in the winter that I had purchased him a tiny puffer vest. He wore it happily and with great pride. As he grew so did our love. He really knew me. He understood when I was sad or stressed and curled up on my lap to try and make up for it. He clamored at my feet when I’d get back from work or class and each night you could find him fast asleep on my head which was super comfortable for me. The first time I had Tyler over he was on Van’s Warped Tour. It wasn’t the most ideal of circumstances — his singer had went to the hospital the night before after a valiant and not so graceful fall of stage, missing bus call. They stayed at my place that night and I had to hustle them to Scranton, PA (4.5 hrs. away!) to make their set the next day. The whole night Peter cat stayed up and bit Tyler’s toes. He was the only man in my life according to him. When we […]