Miss Rohrabacher had eighteen cats. Mr. Daniels had none, and was standoffish.
Miss Rohrabacher sent the first message, thinking Mr. Daniels’ picture looked regal. He was bald, with wire glasses and a calico shirt.
On their first date, Miss Rohrabacher had salad. Mr. Daniels had undercooked cod. She was always cold. He preferred warm places. She preferred showers. He only took spit baths. Mr. Daniels slept curled in a ball, but Miss Rohrabacher didn’t mind—she liked the extra bed space.
Eventually, the cats went from hissing to treating Mr. Daniels with mild indifference. Overall, you could say things were purrrfect.