I knew it. I just knew it.
It’s not about the caretaking, the litterbox or the nail clipping. I’m not resentful in any way that I have become Louis’ primary caregiver. It’s not that either.
I just knew what would happen to me. I’d get ridiculous.  I knew I would read books on how best to train your cat. I knew that if there was a book on teaching your cat tricks, I’d be reading it. I knew that I would be the one who would know that Louis just doesn’t like Beef and Egg skillet dinner and that I would be the one admonishing the rest of the family for serving it to him for dinner on nights when I have chorus practice.
But above all, I knew that I would take ridiculous pictures.
Here’s Louis reading his email.
