The extent to which I love and worship cats cannot be overestimated. I thought I just liked them until people began to notice my indifference to family photos and news in contrast to my rapt attention when anyone was talking about their family pet.
I love the arrogant, selfish, stuck up little bastards with every fibre of my being. They are the one thing that leads me to believe there might just be a God. There is no bit of bad behaviour I cannot find an excuse for if a cat is the perpetrator.
Even when my own lads used to bring me live toads, I would merely exit the room and summon my father to remove the toad. Ten go back and play with the cats as if nothing untoward had happened.
Lack of pussy is all that I miss having left home. I live in a small flat and am told it would be cruel to keep a cat indoors but is it? I hear mixed reports. I did have a Guinea Pig by the name of Bel for a while who was almost as good as a cat but the pigs only live five years and the grief when they go is awful. Whereas a sturdy cat can last a couple of decades if it's so minded.
In truth I get quite lonely but not so lonely I want a human being getting in my road. I need a pet, I want a cat but don't want to ruin any animal's life. What should I do?