Yet we have one. I never planned on getting a cat, in fact, after leaving home I was so excited to never again have a cat I can’t even explain it. You see, growing up my sister loved cats. God, she loved them. I wish I had loved something that much growing up. All cats brought her incredible joy. And they loved her. She could hang a cat upside down, poke it in its side, while dousing it with cold water and it would go slack, look into her eyes and transmit a feline: I worship you, Abbie. That’s not to say that she did that, she didn’t. I am simply trying to illustrate that regardless of the attention Abbie was or wasn’t giving…