I know for a fact I am single at heart. I love my independence, solitude, privacy, autonomy and all that.
Except now I have a freaking cat who doesn't even appreciate the fact it's 5C outside and raining and I've got it warm and toasty and dry in here on fuel I earn the money to burn. It damn sure doesn't respect any of the former qualities I mentioned that had me loving the single life I've lived for the last 20 years. Now it has declared open season on my counter tops and I've already lost because everytime I go in the kitchen its sat there, like the Cheshire Cat, grinning. Hey, what's the problem? I've always been here, just ignore me. Sucks that my oven has fallen apart just in time for the holidays and I have to use other furniture to protect the damn cat from the oven door that keeps falling off.
Needless to say I don't appear to have any of the alleged benefits of a relationship, whatever they are. I occasionally wake up next to something that tries to bite me then flounces off. Brings back vague memories.
My sleep is screwed, I'm supposed to be recovering to go back to a crazy work schedule and all I've done so far is fall asleep when trying to do anything - except ironically - trying to sleep. I'm watching my Christmas holidays get ripped to bits. I got through a couple of chapters of a book since Christmas Day, which was ironically cancelled - I was looking forward to some time away from the cat, I think I'm going stir crazy or have cabin fever. Think the cat has too, it just went exceptionally crazy and started attacking me for no reason, when I tried to pet her, she appeared to have some kind of seizure, stood on her hindlegs, somersaulted and bolted away from me. I must admit nobody I had a relationship with ever did anything quite like that.
I can attest if you feel a pet will bring you the benefits of companionship and none of the downsides of a relationship, hold that thought right there...