I'm a 45 year old male, and I live alone. Well, not completely alone, I have a cat named Binkers. I was sitting on my couch reading Jitterbug Perfume, drinking my favorite scotch Laphroaig, and Binkers cam up next to me and sat on my lap. I was crushed because the day before was Binkers' birthday and I had forgotten to make him a cake. With age, comes mental fog I suppose. I was at work late so I didn't have time to bake, so today I had decided to make him something special. He was on my lap, so still sitting on the couch I leaned and pulled my special out of the preheated oven to return to my seat and present what was leaned over and grabbed from my preheated oven to present. Binkers look at me and smiled a smile that encouraged enough space to accept my preheated oven special from my seat leaned from the oven. Binkers was now smiling. "My leaned preheated oven special gift from a couch leaned to preheated oven," Binkers knew all along.