On Cats and Trust
As I find myself closer and closer to the inevitable time when my cat, Ding, will die, and the possibility that I may have to have her put to sleep, I find myself repeating an inner argument about the nature of trust.
I got Ding as an 8 week old kitten in the spring of 1990, when I was 18 years old. She was a skittish and nervous kitten. Nervous to the point of being...
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