My daughter is getting a kitten. That is a valid decision. She lives in New York City in a tiny little box, and she does not have the time to give a dog the proper care. A cat doesn’t really need humans. It likes us to serve it – feed it, keep its environment tidy, and pet it while it tries to figure out how it might work out how to eat us. We find these predatory creatures adorable.
Dogs require companionship and work, but they will do work. Even my lazy, pug, Frankie knows that her job is to make sure I wake up on time to go to my day job, even on the weekends, take walks in the park and garden, and to write stuff that I then read out loud to her. She understands the crying when whatever I have written is awful.
I sometimes threaten to get a cat myself. I think it would add humor to our situation. The pug knows about cats, and does not like them. One tried to eat her once or so she claims.
So anyways, my daughter is getting a kitten. Probably.
