Unverses of lonely kittens

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In a universe of seas of relationship problems, I have a problem with solitude.

Imagine a mammal-free and earth-like planet, with two lonely neutered kittens placed at opposite sides of the planet, perhaps even in the ocean. What is such a feline rationally justified to do with its life?

I seem to be having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that life appears to be nothing more than an obnoxious series of banal platitudes. I secretly wish to find something in my existential existence, but it is very quiet.

I sometimes wish I were the lonely kitten, if only it had any idea what it was doing.