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So many of us have lost our cats lately it's getting really depressing, but I figured out why it all seems to be happening at once. We all got our cats soon after getting our own places. We were out of the dorm/our parents house/whatever, and for some of us the most potent symbol of that was getting a pet. Being single and out alot meant we got cats. Cats live 15-20 years, and now we are collectively hitting that point.
How rational, yet not nearly as comforting as could be hoped for.
How rational, yet not nearly as comforting as could be hoped for.
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Date: 2006-01-27 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-27 09:19 pm (UTC)No more for me, not right now, anyway.
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Date: 2006-01-27 09:50 pm (UTC)Thank you, btw, for the call the other day. I'm sorry I could barely talk.
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Date: 2006-01-27 10:45 pm (UTC)Shortly after that, we both said "We need cats." It was not a question.
The cats were the first thing in my adult life that I did not think of as a transient thing. We never intended to stay in the apartment forever, I didn't intend to stay at my job long, I never dreamed that I might actually marry someone just because we were dating.
But the cats, those I was sticking by. Hell or high water or allergic roommates or added difficulty in finding a lease, it didn't matter. This was commitment.
I do think of getting Charlie and Charcoal as being my first real adult act. Losing Charlie changed a lot of things about the dynamic of that life. And I have trouble visualizing what my adult life will be like when I don't have Charcoal either.
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Date: 2006-01-27 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-28 01:16 am (UTC)thank you for your good wishes..
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Date: 2006-01-28 06:36 am (UTC)