Many years ago I had a friend who owned three cats. He lived in an apartment and the cats were completely indoor creatures. The apartment was their whole world.
One cat was completely intimidated by the other two. One in particular was a real bully. My friend had to leave a closet sliding door open because the third cat spent her entire life on the top shelf of that closet looking out but rarely leaving. I don't know when she was able to slip out and eat or use the litter.
Eventually the two other cats died and she was left alone as the only cat. She was a different creature - friendly and out and about all the time. She was happy.
Then my friend decided he wanted more than one cat and brought another cat home.
So it was back to the closet shelf for the rest of her life.
I thought then, and still do, that for a person who claimed to love animals it was just simply an incredibly cruel and thoughtless thing to bring another animal into a home where she had for such a little time been free and happy..
It was obvious what would happen when he brought another cat into the home.
I never felt that same about my friend. This was no doubt one of the reasons that the friendship ended.
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