After my wife, Suzy, died, and a brief remarriage that didn’t make it, my cat Abigail thought it was time to pass on a bit about her philosophy on the proper way to live a nice life, take good care of yourself, and become a bit self centered. She tought me I could do pretty darn well by myself. That got me through a kinda confusing part of my life. She was a very wise young lady. I’m carrying her philosophy to the max, and it works.