I'm grounded, content, structured but spontaneous, curious, never bored (so you wouldn't have to entertain me), am balanced, playful, patient but hate to wait (lines, prescriptions, traffic), independent, brutally honest, multi task (but not in the annoying way), reliable, responsible, and goal driven. Friday is my fav day of the week, am a home body, morning person, liberal, realist, loyal and loyal friend and daughter, and nurturing mom to my 3 fuzzy butts.

Phoebe is my ex'es sweet looking but cranky 15 y.o. kitty who needs medicine daily. Rudy is my giant, black, 7 y.o. prankster feline. And my reluctant running partner is Bodhi, my 4 y.o. Isreali Cannan dog. While sweet and fun, this pariah breed is quite dog (sometimes child) aggressive.

Bodhi: I have 2 mommies, but my other mommy lives in DC now. This mommy shows she loves me by sharing her dinner, celebrating my birthday week, and practicing what I learned as puppy every day. She's pretty disciplined and keeps us in our routine as much as possible. I'm the one she spends the most time with, and is happiest to see. She talks alot, and mostly to me, even though my feline pack mate Levi (who's 20) is alpha kitty. Every morning we get up early, before the sun even, so we can run and play when it's quiet and cool. She gives me Starbucks whipped cream off her esspresso and people smile at that. We have so much fun, and we've seen so many animals like fox, deer, horses, and rabbits. She took me swimming EVERY day this summer. She even took me in her kayak, but even with the floaty vest, I was scared. I wish we ran less, but at least I get to stand on the Jeep console while she drives, and sleep on her bed. She and my other mommy are best friends, and like all puppies of divorce, I often wish they were together. Mommy was a great girlfriend; playful, thoughtful, and she made our family her priority. She's contented being single, but I wish she'd find someone to love her as much as me. Though I have been known to growl potential suitors out of the bedroom.

I am a woman seeking a woman age 25 to 45

I'm looking to meet fun gay chics (or cool heteros fine with my sexuality) to hang out with. I'm not into the bar scene/lifestyle and most all my friends are across the USA, or straight and/or coupled. Short of hosting a gay "pot luck" at my place, there are few options to meet women. So it would be wonderful to expand my circle of friends, local or otherwise. 1st or 31st dates might include: Paddle the Potomac at sunrise and get breakfast after, browse a bookstore that serves coffee, check out the Spy Museum, see a Mystics game, go for wings/trivia at Damons, take a motorcycle ride through VA wine country, meet at a gym and work out, hit a matinee and lunch after, try a new Tex Mex place at happy hour, hike Great Falls with the dog(s), go horseback riding in Chantilly, drive to Annapolis for the day, get dinner & see a play, go outlet mall shopping, rent jet ski's and zoom, find an arcade and play videos....or we could just hang out at my place -- Peroni's on the patio, grill cajun salmon, listen to the Garden State sound track, watch movies in our PJ's....or anything you suggest.

Always happy to add to our pack. Felines welcome. Dogs need be bigger than me to help keep my posessiveness and unpredictability in check.

Natasha or "Tashabelle"

This beautiful, playful, sweet, and talkative feline brought 17.5 years of joy to our critter family. She stoically endured the roller coaster of college, career, and relationship change. She was a selfless and nurturing creature until the last hours of her life. She won a battle over cancer yet lost the war with kidney failure one early Dec. morning. She is survived by her litter mate, Levi, who is doing well in his 20th year of life.

LEVI

At 21, (equal to 103 people years), Levi was my regal and beloved feline who succumb to aspirin toxicity as prescribed by the vet for pain relief. [I hesitated giving him the aspirin -- I stared at it on my fingertip mixed with Fancy Feast. It provided immediate pain relief but ultimately led to his death. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for being the cause of suffering and premature end.] He had been living with kidney disease for the past 4 years. Since Dec., although eating ravenously, his poddy habits were deteriorating. I realized my efforts to feed him 10x/day and clean his 3 or 4 accidents were helping sustain him. His quality of life was still good and he meowed to go out [fenced yard] almost daily. I will remember him most for how he burrowed in/cuddled every night and slept all day on my folded bed clothes. He exuded confidence and a regal err. In his younger years, Levi made everyone he met fall for him. He knew he ruled my pack, a spot likely to remain forever vacant. A favorite memory: when a neighbor and his newly acquired Japanese Jindu (fighting) dog were walking, they came into my yard to see what his dog would do around my cat. My cat turned and faced the approaching threat (the Jindu later attacked my dog and I 2x), and raised his back in protest. He showed no fear and to this day, I'm certain NOT running saved his life. He was the master at reflex games and beat the younger, stronger Rudy every time. He talked often, and my fav was when he ran deliver cat toys while throughout the house (and down the steps) mewoing the whole way with it in his mouth. As he aged, he spent most of his time sleeping and cuddling. Still, he asked for whatever he wanted, like standing at the fridge meowing for dairy products. I know how lucky I was to have such a rewarding relationship with an animal. I pray we meet again, but until then, I'll keep folding bed clothes for him.