My cats are gone….I'm drunk.

I recently turned my two beautiful, sweet, hairy cats over to the care of the fine people at the animal services. I liked my cats….enough. I was caught off guard by the welling of sadness when I had to explain to my 3 year old that we could not go check on the cats and make sure they were OK in their new “hotel room”. The word “pussy” does ring loud and clear right now for many reasons… Fast forward two weeks. Life has become surprisingly easier, cleaner, and more pleasant smelling. Have I been blind all these years? Well, yes. I realize that I am simply a frog in a stew pot. For the better part of a decade, a small hairy creature has been occupying space in my home. Providing the service of “cute pet” for...