Bit by bit

Gato is my neighbor's cat. Really, she is. Even though she pretty much lives with me. Even though I leave the door open for her when I go away so she can hang out. Even though she greets me at the stairs when I come back, and anchors me to the City and West 89th Street when I think of living elsewhere. She is my neighbor's cat, and I love her. Who am I to deny my inherent Cat-Ladiness? Looking to be O-for-32 in the never-having-had-a-date-for-St.-Valentine's Day department. I will wear black and laugh with my eyes.

Why are you single?