It's a tough time of life

I need to make a hard decision. I don't know if I should put my cat down or not. He suffered a spinal injury at the start of the year and still has not regained control of his hind legs, and is still incontinent. Other than his legs, he is healthy, loving and has an continually impressive appetite. But he cannot live the life of a normal cat and I work most of the day, so I cannot give him the attention that a half paralyzed cat requires. What is fair? To leave him alive in this condition with a 'not so great' quality of life, or to put him down which amounts to killing him. I just don't know. All I know is that I love him and I am responsible for him. But sometimes I think that just keeping him alive is not really being responsible at all. I'm at my wits end. My life today seems like an endless tragic scene in a continuing drama.

Why? The question is...

There's a certain someone who's constantly asking me questions that he already knows the answer to. He asked me the other day if so-and-so was from Bombay. Now since, Bombayites or Mumbaiites as they are called today, never really have a standard look, dress sense, way of talking or special mark tattooed across their forehead, it's pretty obvious that "annoying question asker" already knew that so-and-so WAS from Bombay. Why he was cross checking this petty, insignificant, little detail with me is beyond my comprehension. To quote a song from Peter Rabbit..."Why does he do it, what is the cause?" It isn't the first time.

One, two, three and four

If one is underconfident, insecure or fearful of looking like an ass, one is often quite upset if another shows himself or herself to be smarter, more knowledgable or simply more sensible in comparison to one's own display of general intelligence...what a lot of ones in there eh? See, it's really a couple of my colleagues who annoy me to tears by waiting for me to say something intelligent, then letting five minutes pass before repeating the same funda in their own words, like they just thought it up, out of the blue. So I said "a couple of" and that may have given you the impression that there are two of them. In fact, it's three. No make that four. It's my blog, I have a right to change my mind. Right?
Ok, people here's the deal. If you don't like me saying something smart, say it yourself, before I do. If you simply act the parrot, I'm not impressed. If anything, I feel incredibly sorry for you. Then there are those folk, who will make it a point to indulge in the exact same activity that I just took a liking to. Yes, they may. But just because I started swimming, don't sign up for a pool membership. And just because I said I want to learn the guitar, don't find a friend who claims he'll teach you to play like Eric Clapton within a week. I like individuals. I'm one myself.