I wasted a lot of years of my life completely absorbed in my job -- I had no in-town friends, I did not date, and I was so exhausted from work that I didn't see nearly as much of my parents and brother as I would have liked to.
During that time, I often stared up at the light fixture above my bed and wondered Where is the purpose in my life?
After I was laid off from that 18-year job in the most brutal way, I started volunteering at the shelter, and within a couple of months, I'd fallen in love with little eight-week-old Clyde. And I have never once wondered about my "purpose" since. Not because I'm doing anything great with my life now -- but just because I have someone who accepts my love. That's all the purpose I need.
Not that I wouldn't welcome a fuller life -- I hope someday Mr. Right will come along for me, and I even hope he'll have some kids from a previous marriage, so I can kinda be a mom. But Clyde and Pearl have given me a chance to lavish love on them, and that has taught me how to sneak a little more love into all my other relationships, too.
So in my case, at least, having cats has drastically increased my happiness level! And yes, I think it has done the same for many other people I know, including my mom and dad.
The most unhappy
person I know... she hates cats. She has a dog, but her relationship with the poor dog is all about discipline, training, control... not love.
She needs a cat!