Everything eventually

What was that?

“Another cat? Perhaps. For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown. But a family cat is not replaceable like a wornout coat or a set of tires. Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated. I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another.”

~Irving Townsend

I promise this is not going to become a maudlin “homage to all cats past” blog. But I came across the above quote and paused to count, and was surprised to realize I am fourteen cats old.

2 thoughts on “Everything eventually

  1. Hrm … I don’t know how to count. Technically, I am one cat old. Boris W. But I adored other Boris and Natasha for the three years that I had them in our house together. Am I three cats-old … or one? I’m barely a cat toddler. Either way, I have much to learn of the cat world. 😉 Meanwhile, you’re teenager already. Then again, I am only two dogs-old.

    • I am two cats old. But my cat years ended in 1980 when I met my significant other. He is allergic. I hoped it would pass, but it did not. It is one of the sadnesses of my life. So when I go to my sister’s house, I dote on my furry niece and nephew and get my kitty fill.

      Yes, my love is also mildly allergic to some dogs. Including Shanahan and now Ellie. It isn’t passing, but he doesn’t complain and I pretend to ignore his sniffling and occassional ear-busting sneezes. I wonder what this says about me and if I should start my cat-age calendar up again?

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