When my second wife left me, I fell into a severe depression. No, I didn’t whine, I didn’t complain, I just became indifferent.
One day I decided to go to my mother to visit and there, at the entrance, I met it – a cat that also no one needs. I had seen it before, I knew that cat lived in the basement and that someone would take it to live with him from time to time, and then throw the animal back and again into the basement.
It seemed to me a good idea that a person who is not needed by anyone can perfectly coexist with a cat who is also not needed by anyone.
The beginning of a life together was not smooth. It turned out that the cat had a difficult life. Its pelvis was disjoint, its tail was broken and its head was bruised, and its neck was lacerated.
I also knew perfectly well that the cat purrs for me, just because I have unlimited access to Whiskas. But I and the cat need love, warmth, and affection. And so, not trusting each other, we gradually began to get used to living together.
And now six months have passed. And I can say with confidence that no one has ever given me so much affection and attention. Unexpected bursts of tenderness (especially at 4-5 in the morning), quiet purring, and cat tenderness bring me back to life. I want to say to you, cat, thank you for having you with me. Don’t leave me.
