Ambivalence Lost

I had never owned or lived with a cat but decided four years ago to adopt one.  I read books, journals, articles, and Web sites in search of best practices for taking care of cats. 

I created or gathered the recommended homemade toys – aluminum foil balls, paper towel rolls cut into sections, a walnut, the plastic circle tab off a gallon of milk – and bought a Swizzle Teaser and other top-reviewed toys that would help the cat have a good life.

I bought very nutritious food, a small circle bed for hot days, and a big puffy bed for cold days.

I envisioned a young, golden cat, but instead found a middle-aged black one.  She does have a golden eye.  And a green one.

Why was she doing what she did?  I took her to the veterinarian’s office weekly that first month.  Then monthly the next half year.  Were we absolutely sure she was fine?

Diagnosis:  She was a cat.

This is the highest praise I have ever received in my life:

“If I am reincarnated as a cat,” my veterinarian said, “I want to be Anne’s.”

After all the deliberating, advisor-consulting, self-reflection, and ambivalence-analyzing, why, ultimately, did I apply for angel investing?

Because if I were an angel investor and had money to invest in a company, I would want to invest in Anne’s.


  1. I dedicate this blog post to entrepreneur and online pioneer Manisha Singal.

    I wrote about her here:

    When I asked her about applying for angel investing, she said this:

    "You absolutely must."

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