I can’t quit you.

So this morning I was getting ready for work, and I was walking past my cat, who was spread languidly across a sunbeam on the carpet, and I decided to stop what I was doing and laid beside him. He raised his head for a moment as I stopped to pet him, but soon resumed being all chill.

I pet him for a few moments longer, then reached over and gave him a kiss on his head. He then looked up at me, we locked eyes for a split second, then each got up and went in separate directions, as though we were Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal in Brokeback Mountain: “I’m not no queer.” “Me neither.”


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    My name is Bobby.

    I write about random things a lot. I write a lot about random things.

    I write occasionally for Smashing Magazine and the London Community News online, and weekly for Interrobang, the student voice newspaper at Fanshawe College in London, Ontario.

    I've also been published by the Canadian University Press.
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