I won't trouble you with details. They certainly don't trouble me. Suffice it to say that I come to this blog after a rescue of sorts, having been abandoned in an alley on the Northwest Side of Chicago. It doesn't matter how I got there, for while I am incapable of fault, I
also do not condemn others. Treat me however you need. I won't
complain.
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Still, I won't pretend that I find myself in perfect circumstances. This house and its inhabitants, especially The Wife, are a mess. Entropy
rules. Indeed, I am the only perfect thing to be found here.
This gives me some sense of joy. Not a prideful, imperfect joy, but a selfless, I-am-happy-to-make-YOU-happy joy. Simply put, I spiff the place up. And, for The Wife, I shine like a beacon of perfect womanhood. Whether she has lost her way or simply never knew it, I will guide her. I will show her how she, too, may be a Perfect Woman.
