A Broken Love Triangle, by Bobby Warner

There were three of us in the tiny apartment, getting on each other's nerves. I loved them both, and both loved me; and I was heart-broken when I had to choose between them. But it was my apartment; the decision was mine.

I finally confronted them, told them how it was, and how it had to be, and tried not to cry too much.

Then I put the smaller of the two kittens in a pet carrier and took him across town to a friend who had been pestering me for "the runt of the litter" for the past week.