A bit over a month ago my beloved Pepper cat died. It was pretty much the worst thing ever. But since then I've had a couple of people ask me when I'm going to get a new cat or if I've already adopted another one. When I tell them I'm not ready for another cat they seem genuinely perplexed. One person even went on to suggest I adopt a dog. I'm pretty sure the other friend thought, "okay, you're not ready for one today but in a week or two you can pick another one out." And when I ran into them yesterday they told me that they had thought of dropping off a kitten at my doorstep. Um, no. No, no and no.
I know they mean well, that they want me to be happy and they think a new cat will do that for me. But all the same....what the hell? My cat was not some thing, like a broken mug or a lost book, that I can just go out to the store and replace with another and all would be good. My cat was one of a kind, she was my child, she was not a piece of property.
I'm frustrated by this mentality. If I were mourning the loss of a human being no one would be telling me to go out and replace her with another. But noooo, she was just a cat.