Her intention was to lay waste my heart and leave me penniless. She demanded I lay every extravagance at her feet. Every shiny bauble had to be hers. The finest fabrics and gourmet foods were the only things that could satisfy her discerning tastes.

Nothing was too good for her and what I could offer was never enough. There was never enough income to match the outlay. Then one day she just wasn’t there anymore. No note, no hint, no witnesses. She was just gone. Forever. Yet, despite the hell she put me through, I still love that damn cat.