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I am selecting cat food at the pet shop in Dillon's supermarket and I meet an old woman. Seems her cats won't eat any cat food with fish in it. Well, I tell her, mine are just the opposite. They prefer the fishy foods like Salmon Dinner and Seafood Supper."Well," she says, "they certainly are company."And what can she do for her company when there is no Dillon's and no pet shop? What can I do? I simply could not stand to see my little cats hungry.
William S. Burroughs 1986
When my grandmother was still alive, and we would pass the time talking about things gone or lost, her dead husband (my grandfather) or my dead mom (who grandma and I missed desperately), the conversation would always turn to my cats, Walter and Truman. I would share with her the latest account of their mischief, cuteness or devotion. She would always follow, after a pause, with the statement:
"They're good company."
They certainly were.
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