In December I put down my eighteen-year-old cat George Burns. It was awful, and it still makes me tear up to think he won’t be there when I get home from work today. Bah. Now I live in a one-cat household. Abe Vigoda doesn’t seem to mind being an only, and so far, it’s even made him a bit more outgoing. He’s thirteen, portly, epileptic, stunningly scaredy and doesn’t mind having all the catnip to himself.
So, we haven’t “replaced” George so that Abe has a friend. We do this mostly because Abe seems happy to have all the attention and we’re guessing what’s best because he’s a cat.
Recently, a helpful* friend** insisted we should get Abe a pal. I said we were taking our cues from him, and he seemed fine alone. She then told me I was being selfish and “unfriendly as always” and she hoped it wasn’t too bad when “what goes around comes around to you.”
Um … yeah. What? I don’t mind the unfriendly part, I don’t understand the investment she has in life inside the four walls of my house, but mostly I don’t understand what will be coming around to me. So, since I’m clearly in for it, I’m asking y’all to tell me what “it” is.
What karmic assault is headed my way for making my cat live a lonely life without a cat companion? How will it arrive? Will I need to sign for it?
*not terribly helpful **not much of a friend
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