Missing having a kitty. Here is one of the last photos of our last furball, in her 20th winter. She just loved that fireplace, so I kept it going most nights that winter. She joined us as a 4 week old stray from the pound. (Had to bribe them with a $20 to let us have her, as they were going to put her down - policy was that they didn't adopt out kittens that young.) She hid under the stove for a few weeks, and every day I got down on the floor with a bowl of boiled chicken and coaxed her out. We think she had been a feral.
In her last days she was the sweetest old thing - got me up every day at 5:30am because that is when I had gotten up for most of her life. Of course, I didn't have to roll out of bed until 6:30am anymore, but she took her job seriously. And on weekends and holidays. Her meow, at the end, sounded like she'd smoked 5 packs a day for a decade. She was just the most affectionate little thing....
I really miss that cat. As soon as we find out 1) if Brexit is going to work for us, and 2) if the Daughter is not allergic to cats, we hope to find a nice older one to bring home and keep me company all day.
So nice to see the photos of everyone's cats!