Bill Keezer writes,
I had a cat once like which there will never be another. He supposedly was my wife’s cat. He decided I was his human. He considered it his divine right to walk up in my lap when I was studying statistical mechanics and lie down on the book. I would walk up the street to cross the highway to the convenience store and he would come up to me, let me carry him across and then once down, go hunt in the field until it was time to come back. At such time he would come up to me, let me pick him up and carry him back across the highway. Once down on the other side, he would disappear until we reached home. He was a phenomenal hunter. He grew up on a farm and until was sent to us would produce several mouse heads a day. A mouse got in the house once and hid behind the refrigerator. I pulled the fridge out, dropped the cat in, and came back a bit later. Problem solved. When we lived in San Francisco, we had a stair with right angles to a glass front outside door. He would scare all the callers because he was pure panther-black and moved like a much bigger cat. The pumas in the zoo remind me of his walk. He died of infectious feline anemia and rather broke my heart.
So I envy you your cats. We now have my son’s dog and very expensive living room furniture. I don’t think cats are in our future. But that is OK. We had cats afterwards and it wasn’t the same.
Enjoy them.