My parents are going to put down their cat, Socks, that has been in our family for the past fifteen years or so. She’s gotten old, with a hyperactive thyroid and a problematic digestive tract. It’s time for her to go. I’m going to miss that cat and her antics.
I’d like to get a cat of my own, but alas, lease stipulations prohibit them. I consider myself more of a “Cat person” in the sense that they help enable my inner laziness. Cats don’t need much. Feed them, clean up their bo-bo, pet them, throw a fuzzy mouse at them. That’s about it. Dogs require a lot more effort. Perhaps cats and I are not too different, after all, they like expending the minimum effort possible.