As I write this, I am being bothered by a cat. Specifically, I am being bothered by Patti, who is quite frequently the most bothersome of cats, but I wouldn't want her any other way at this point. It's part of her personality, and I'm absolutely convinced that she is communicating various things to us when she bothers us like this; right now I'm pretty sure she wants me to go to bed so she can cosy up around our feet like she normally does, then inevitably "go long" at about 3 in the morning, also like she normally does.
Having pets is one of the absolute best things, and I've known this pretty much all my life, having grown up with two wonderful cats and, prior to having Patti and Meg (and our dearly departed Ruby before Patti), a succession of delightful rats.
Pets bring a wonderful sense of comfort to a house that can sometimes feel overly quiet during times like the ones we've been enduring for more than a year now, and pets always have a kind ear to listen to your problems. Sure, they might not be able to help much directly, but they will at least listen to you and never judge you for the things you say. They'll judge you for all manner of other things, mind, but never the things you say.
And because Patti is such a precious friend to us both, that's why I don't get mad at her when she bothers me repeatedly… or claws the shit out of my chair. Which are both things she has done in the last five minutes while I type this.
I should probably go to bed to keep her quiet.
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