Saturday night Lindy Loo's boyfriend announced that should both she and he die in a car crash, they wanted me to adopt their cats. He may have been drunk when he said this. And he did not extend the request in the case of other scenarios that would render them dead. Only a car crash.
Still, he claimed seriousness, and I related because when I was in California I asked Katherine and Ben if they'd adopt my cats if something happened to me. (Really, this was just the polite thing to do since they asked me to foster their cat Scoonie nearly five years ago and I didn't give him back.)
I was flattered someone had taken a shine to my responsible, nurturing personality—one capable of caring for other living beings. The reality, though, is that they think I'm a cat lady. That I'm destined to wake up with fur stuck to the drool that dried on the corners of my mouth. That someday there won't be a wallet big enough to hold all the photos of my cats. And they just want to help me fulfill that destiny.