When Two Kitty Gurus Are Better Than One
I got my cat a friend
Maybe you’ve read my listicle “What I Have Learned From My Cat.” If so, you know I consider my cat, Quila, my spiritual teacher. And in the way of the best spiritual teachers, she is ironic, funny, mysterious and obvious, all at the same time. While it is true that I haven’t finished learning all the lessons she has to teach, I decided to find out what an even younger kitten had to offer in the way of wisdom.
This impulsive and potentially disruptive decision was made a week after my dog, Bonnie, died. Perhaps some of you have read about her as well in “Lead, Follow, Or Get Out Of The Way.” She led me a merry chase for sixteen years. She was Quila’s reluctant playmate for two years. The house felt empty without her, and Quila needed a playmate.
As is usually the case with cats, the decision was made for me. Quila had reached out and pulled me to her when I was looking at rescue cats two years ago. I’d had two margaritas, hence her name, short for tequila. Sometimes the universe needs a little liquid help. Petsmart should put in a bar and cut out the middle man on Rescue day. I may have been drinking wine when my son texted me a picture of four kittens his friend was fostering.
It’s the only way I can explain immediately planning to go see them. The black and white one I had…
