The nature of the business

Is it bad luck when your haircutter has alcohol on her breath? And it’s 10:00 am? (It worked out.)

I would tell you that I love both my cats equally but: The big orange middle-aged grumpy one will die later this year of kidney failure after a year of treating his symptoms with the vet’s guidance. I know my second cat has always shown that he needs a cat roommate. I was thinking about who I might adopt from the pet shelter where I help out on occasion. 

Then I see my second cat, the skinny brown tabby, also coming down with the symptoms of kidney failure. This cat is full of personality, so affectionate it’s embarrassing. Pet him and he can’t help but close his eyes and collapse in happiness, flexing his front paws. Years ago the shelter rescued him from a hoarding situation (80 cats) and he has acted so grateful to be in my quiet home. He is the most playful adult cat I’ve ever seen, as if he couldn’t act like a kitten until he got to a good home. 

Thinking about this lively brown tabby dying, whenever, makes me want to postpone another adoption indefinitely. Whereas losing the orange one, good boy though he may be, moves me to bring home another middle-aged cat. I don’t know. Now the brown tabby has just hopped into my lap and started purring.