The good cat wasn’t the one who was supposed to die. He was the good cat, after all. And calling him the good cat implied that there was a bad cat, which there certainly was. Ichi was the bad cat. He had issues. Expensive issues. Constipation and anxiety and UTIs and special food and twice daily medicine and destroying furniture and pooping and throwing up just about everywhere. There was no question that Ichi was the bad cat. But Hello was the good cat by more than just default. Yes, in 13 years he had cost only a fraction of what Ichi had cost in vet bills. Yes, he ate virtually anything you put in front of him with a waggle of his fluffy…