Not to be morbid, but...

...dying and being dead and stuff has been on my mind lately. Not ME, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I hope. But with the Other Grandma dying and friends who have gone onto the Bridge, and people who have been really nice to me online dying... well, I think about it.

Sometimes I wonder, What would happen if the Man and the Woman both suddenly up and croaked? Who would open cans for me? Who would scoop the litter box every day? Who would watch Doctor Who with me?

Yeah, he'll take care of me...

The thing is, I know there are people who would step up and take care of Buddah and me. I'm pretty sure either the Grandma or the Younger Human would take us in, and if neither of them could (people have real reasons when they can't take someone else's pets, and that's okay) DKM told the Woman that she would be our new person.

So I get a little peace of mind knowing that someone will be there for me.

But guys...we all know of kitties from the Blogosphere who have suddenly been in need of a home because their people died. Some of you have people who went halfway across the country to get one of our friends to make sure they had a home. The Cat Blogosphere is a huge place now, and it's just not realistic to think that will happen every single time something happens to one of our people.

So. It's time for The Talk, doods. You need to sit your people down and tell them--gently--that they need to make provisions for you in case something happens to them, and they need to do it now. No one ever thinks anything bad will happen, but face it, sometimes the Unwanted sneaks up and gives a person a hard, hard wedgie. They need to figure out where you will go in the event of their demise, and how you will get there.

And then it needs to be in writing somewhere, so that other people know who it is that is suppose to care for you.

It sucks, but man, it'll suck more if you're suddenly without the thumbs that open your cans.