Ever since I put down my beloved cat, Carmelita, my wife has been constantly on me about getting another cat. My wife tried to convince me it would comfort me. At one point, I got so angry I emphatically told her to stop talking about, stop bringing home pictures of rescue cats that "are sweet," stop any attempt to get me to get another cat. Absolutely no cat could ever take the place of Carmelita. Never in my life had a met such an intelligent animal. Well, about 3 weeks ago my wife came home and said she saw something that made her break down and cry. I asked what happened. She whipped out her phone and showed me a rescue cat that looked very much like Carmelita. I was upset with her for doing that but decided that maybe she was the one that wanted another cat (even though she has one that favors her). I agreed to go see the cat and adopted her. Her previous owner, who had her since a kitten, had become very ill and put into assisted living. The cat, Dixie, is 5 years old. While she is much more affectionate that my wife's cat, she is still going through an adjustment period. She hides in dark places constantly. Dixie seems to favor my wife (probably because the first owner was a woman). I'm fine with that. At least my wife will stop bugging me.