In his poem "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," T.S. Eliot wrote of a life measured out with coffee spoons. My existential yardstick has been: cats. A succession of them, from my twenties to my early sixties, has kept me company in adulthood. While I love dogs and their promise of unconditional affection, I've found a feline is better suited to my personality and busy schedule. I need an animal that is patient, self-reliant and requires no walking. Also: immortality. The only bummer... Read this story
