Parker the Pervert came into my life almost 12 years ago via LTH (Legs To Heaven). I should probably discuss LTH. 11.8 years ago we met and were together for 7 years then not together clouds then together again hormones then not together growing up and together real work and so forth, the end. So I moved from the ghettoplex this summer and we re-combined the fur possies into a crazy fun house with a recently covered back patio, wherein I enjoy cocktails and loud music even though the weather turned.
Parker is 14 years old, has had each of his back knees fused with steel plates, has the biggest fatty tumor on earth, and has arthritis and hip dysplasia. He is happy as can be, and recently started spacing out in a really fun way (we call it selective hearing, or “Gotdamnit Parker Come Here Please”). Since he can still get up and enjoys small walks and has his faculties intact, we roll with the changes. We aren’t at all close, but know the time will likely come sooner rather than later.
Also, he wants to hump all the cats (and two almost let him), and he REALLY likes male humans. In the crotch. Without shame. His brother from another mother, Forrest, died tragically several years ago from bone cancer. Parker took it in stride and has turned into a powerhouse of contentment.
