I’ve always been fond of cats. It’s a kinship, I suppose, but one I cannot explain. Last Thursday, my cat Dexter was hit by a car on one of his trips outside – despite all my efforts, he didn’t want to be indoor cat. It was depressing for me, and I’m still expecting him to ninja trip me when I come out of my room in the mornings. I’m not looking for a new familiar just yet. Maybe after whatever I’m going through blows over. Friday morning, I got dressed and ready for the orientation I was attending. The orientation was for a job a friend helped me get in the meanwhile. I hate not working and because a few of my…