So, it is raining outside and i'm in with a very needy - mentally - cat. a cat that was adopted at eight months old by my oldest daughter b/c she "just couldn't live alone any longer" however, she basically had the cat all of two months and then dumped him on her father and me, while she started her new life in DC.
i've always liked cats for the very reason that they ARE independent spirits. you know, a kind of "i do my thing, you do yours and if the opportunity arises that we rub each other the right way...nice! but i'm not looking for a hovering, smothering relationship. you want that...get a dog"
i have a friend that says "the dog whisperer says "you don't get the dog you want, you get the dog you need." man oh man, am i glad that this cat is not mine. i don't envy my daughter the lessons that life thinks it needs to teach her. maybe someday, she'll be lucky like me and find independence.
