If RaeRae has so much love to give, why doesn't she pet me any more? She wanders around the house, locking herself in the lavatory with a box of wine and a home pregnancy test. The last thing I need is a baby-Bree in the oven, sheesh.

Gia, I hear you are way cool. I don't ask much, just a box of clean cat litter; and when I purr in your lap, it will warm the cockels of your heart. Heh heh, I said cock-els.