What’s there to say about Margo and I? Well you’d be surprised how frivolously we got along. Being as different as two stray cats who happened upon one another. Meowing, purring, fighting. No, not perfect. Not easy. Nervously laughing til the end. But jokes aside we weren’t meant to be the kind rolling down flower petal lined carpets together. Not that we were quitters. Just used to skating on thin ice, briefly dashing down the same track. So it wasn’t Xtra Xtra read all about it news when one day the mirage of our love vanished into the zilch it always was to begin with.