I knew I shouldn't feed her if I didn't want her to stay. Next thing I knew, I was buying Little Friskies and she was sleeping in my bed. Last winter, after my husband died, friends said I should get a dog. I don't need that. I could've said love is a pain, but they'd have jumped all over it, preached to me the same sermons I've preached to them in the past.
Friends are a bigger pain than dogs.
But there it is, no denying it, and here am I, one of the cat people. She is friendlier now than she was at first, hardly ever bites me any more. I think she had some major issues. Maybe humans aren't the only species blessed and cursed with the need to love and be loved. Once in while, when I get home, she acts almost, sort of glad to see me.