They came in two's

In some sad news, one of the hated parakeets passed away over the weekend. Now I just have the one yellow bird sitting all alone in the cage. This could bode trouble for me.

For some inexplicable reason, I always think pets should be gotten in two's. That way they are not lonely. This makes no sense, since pets don't have human emotions. But I have always done it.

When I had a cat, I got another because I was sure the first cat was lonely. Even when cat #1 hated cat #2 with a passion rarely seen, I felt sure in time they would come to love each other. It would be a Hallmark moment. It never happened. Those two cats spent their entire lives trying to destroy each other and all of my possessions in the process. Every day, another fight to the death. Only no cat died. My stuff was broken. Dishes were knocked off of the table. Plants were shredded. Still the cats lived on, in a war that was never ending. I fumed.

Finally I decided to give away the second cat. Found it a new home. They also had a cat, so it would be perfect. The cat went away. Peace became mine. The cat came back. Yep, it turned out this cat could not get along with ANYTHING. Well, anything living that is. It was a nightmare. A long nightmare. We had that cat for over three years. Three years of total and living hell. It went to live with a single woman, no pets, no friends, no family. It was a perfect scenario. It just took three years to find her.

We were back to a one cat family. I thought it looked lonely. I bought a kitten.

I think this may be a disease. A sickness, if you will.

Next week we get the new puppy. I hope we will not be adding a new parakeet.

I must be stopped.