On March 18, 1993, I found myself living alone with my left arm out of comission. I learned how to medicate a cat one handed. (Put a blanket over the cat, and wrap your legs around cat and blanket. Use your good hand to pry open the cat's mouth, and your cast impaired hand to squirt the cat medicine into his mouth.)

I also acquired Donald. He was recently divorced, and in need of a place to live.
He lived in my other bedroom for 7 years. He could be seriously annoying. (He liked to clean the kitchen. This was good. He liked to start at four in the afternoon. This was not good.) I had someone there if something happened. (He chased a burglar away one night.) But, while we were friends, we never had a closer relationship. There's a lot to be said for finding a Donald.