Makki! Makki! Beautiful Makki - I wish you were mine!

Why couldn't it have been me driving that truck that day? I would have so gladly made you a little bed, right there in the truck, and let you sleep all you want. And if you disagreed, I would never have picked you up and, surely, if you finally struck common ground with your sister, then, surely, you could have made friends with the black cat, and all the other felines living here, plus the Iditarod reject dog.

Oh, well. If you can not be mine, then I am glad that the man who spotted you had both an open door to his truck and another to his heart and that his woman did too.

But how grand it would be if you were mine...