Cohabitated once; never again. During the good times, she needs a kitten that I advised against. She insisted. Little fucker lives with us for 2.5 years, I grow to love him way more than her, and he treats us each accordingly. We split up. I beg for him to come with me; she claims possession of "her" cat. I don't see him or her for years. Get an email one day. She's putting him up for adoption (a then six-year-old cat), and do I want him? I now live as two bachelor roommates with an eight-year-old, sixteen-pound feline beast. We are cool with each other, cat and I. I can't get over how heartless and solipsistic it is to give away an animal you've had for six years, because you're bored of it, like an inanimate possession. That was a really large red pill, in suppository form.