In my ongoing struggle to win the heart of twisting_edge, he announced yesterday that whether I can move into the 17 inch wide floor space between his bed and the wall or eventually get married will be decided by his cat. He woke her up and asked for her approval, but she wouldn't respond one way or another. I take this as a good sign, at least I still have a chance, she could have said "no". :uhh: I believe that his last series of grunts over the phone means that I am allowed to unofficially refer to him as my boyfriend. I admit I haven't dated much in the last 9 years but I don't remember it being quite this difficult. I guess things have changed. Not to mention I must be losing my touch. Admittedly, the number of men near my age that aren't suffering from alzheimer's and can move about un-aided are dwindling. The fact that t_e can operate simple machinery, knows his way around a kitchen, is very useful at reminding me my dinner is burning, and is computer literate are all bonuses. I'm considering bribing the cat. If I get the cat to nod "yes" while it is under the influence of catnip, will the cat's decision hold up in court? Yes, this relationship is making me a bit crazy. But he's worth it. Any advice?