|Two Cats Is Two Much
||[Mar. 28th, 2015|01:48 pm]
A family member offered us a cat that is surplus to requirements. We said "No thanks."|
As Ailz said, "One cat is fun. Two begins to look like work."
We're slowing down.
There was a time when we had a house full of cats. They came and went but I think the high water mark was seven. I look back and shudder.
Mind you, I shudder at a lot of things I did. Isn't that what age is for?
Well maybe it's not all about shuddering. There's some pride and satisfaction in the mix. The word is assessing. I do a lot of that.
And don't tell me I'm not old. I'm the age my grandparents were when I entered my teens. That's old in my book. I hate this modern pretence that one is young and then young again and then still young until the point when one suddenly drops dead (only lets not talk about that).
Take each age as it comes. Accept it for what its worth.
For instance I'm happier at 64 than I was at 24 or 34.
I watched Ian McKellen's Lear yesterday. I've seen- and read- the play many times. This was the first time it seemed to have a personal application.