T’was hanging out with a girl friend (notice it’s not a compound word) tonight because she was all sad and lonely and it was cheaper to ask me over than buy a pint of Chunky Monkey, and she was lamenting being 42 and single.

She asked me with the saddest eyes, such as those of a noseless aardvark (I don’t know what this means for sure… work with me), “Steve, do you think I’m going to be alone forever?”

My reply: “Hold that thought. I think one of your fourteen cats has a quick follow up question.”

Catgirls are easy to make fun of.