Blind cat, diabetic human

I am a cat. I have a problem. I can’t see well. I heard my pet human, Gutman, talking to a friend last night.

Friend: Why keep a blind cat?

Gutman: I’ve had him nine years since he was a baby stray.

Friend: Coping with diabetes, it must make life more complicated for you?

Gutman: Not so much. We have something in common. We both move slowly.

Friend: You walk?

Gutman: I walk. And that’s where the cat is good for me. I am his eyes. And he can’t see so he walks cautiously. At the same rate as I walk with my stick.

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