The chief reason why I don’t own a cat? Well, I travel a lot and I live alone. I’d either have to keep fobbing little Tiddles off on other people, or just arrange for a vermin infestation so the cat can cheerfully fend for itself for a week or two.
Lower down on the list, though, there’s the fact that I work with all kinds of technology on a daily basis. And all too often, I have a day that’s so positively wretched that (**** it)…I might as well go out and watch an ice show just to make the day perfect.
Suffice to say that between midnight last night and three minutes ago when I sat down to write this, any cats I had in the house would have been kicked. I mean, the old saying has to come from somewhere, doesn’t it? Is kicking a cat one of those folk remedies that seems silly but which actually has some sort of proven therapeutic value?
Is there something about punting little Tiddles all the way into the next yard that releases endorphins or dopamine or something? Is PETA preventing us benefiting from the therapeutic breakthrough of a lifetime?
I wouldn’t put it past ’em. They’re a bunch of stinkers. Perhaps punting PETA people would prove to be positive?
And this is why I don’t have a cat. When I’m operating on 3 hours of sleep with much more work to get through before I can take a break, this sort of stuff makes some small sense.