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	The above is a prime example of how bad I am with names.

The door opens and in comes a man dressed in a manner that says he doesn�t dress any other way. A stylish black leather jacket, dark jeans, a wool shirt, dress boots and sliver glasses. It�s raining outside the sun sat several minutes ago and the sky took on an unusual gray. He walks in the small home on the wooden floors with wet thuds. He goes straight to the kitchen and doesn�t even pass me a glance. I sit in a large wicker chair in the living room in front of an old brick fire place. It has been painted over many times it retains a white at the moment, but I have other plans. A small fire is going. He sits a bundle down onto the counter and moves to the refrigerator. Taking out a pink bottle and then going under the sink he disappears behind the island. When he comes back from behind the island. I see he has the first aid kit. He places in on the island next to the grill. The front door remains open I move slowly out of my warm chair and take two steps onto the wooden hall floor. I brush his shoulder and close the door. There are blacken spots on the tiles of the kitchen. Normally this would bother my lover and he would have taken his shoes off. Something about the bundle on the counter has sucked all his attention. I haven�t attempted to speak to him yet. When he�s like this my questions fall on deaf ears. The bundle is opened by his large thin hands and reveals a small kitten. He�s quite cute and badly hurt. Cuts cross his head ears and body. He opens the kit and pours a clear liquid onto a clean white cloth and slowly with skilled hands cleans each wound. My husband has never shown any interest or skill in medicine. Yet I watch him display a talent I didn�t know he had. I never bring it up and neither does he. When he reaches a deep gash the kitten moves a bit and cries. Seeming to be finished he opens the pink bottle. Stroking under the cats chin the kitten roll onto his back and becomes helpless under his loving touch. This moment is interrupted by him adding force and holding the cat down with the same hand it had come to trust then prying it�s mouth open. The cat tries to break free, but is unable to he pours the pink liquid into the cats mouth. Bubbles pop from the creatures mouth and pink is flung over the counter. He pours a bit more then lets go. Putting the lid back and placing the bottle back in the refrigerator. He packs up things from the kit and places it under the sink disappearing under the island again. After a short while he comes back up and looks me straight in the eyes. He has such strange eyes just when I think they are correct in my memory they change a tint or pattern. Coming over to where I stand , in front of the kitten now asleep, he places his hands on my hips and kisses me softly. �I got you a kitten.�, he says and smiles.

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