I've been missing my kitty lately. We put her to sleep around the holidays not long after we found out that she had cancer on her tummy. She was nineteen years old and was very healthy until the end, but it was still hard. I always had a cat since I was about four, so it has been weird to live without one this year. I told myself and my family that I won't adopt another cat until I either live alone or we get hard flooring installed in this house. I'm the one who cleans everything, and it is impossible to keep things clean with carpet. The lack of cat hair and "accidents" has been helpful to some degree. But it hasn't been the same. I'm definitely a cat person, though I pretty much like all animals even if I wouldn't keep them as pets.
It's been too hot to hike on my favorite trail (lots of rattlesnakes this time of the year and they are sometimes hard to spot ahead of time), so I've been jogging laps around the neighborhood in the evening. That's when all the cats are out. There are about three or four cats who now run across the street from their houses to have me pet them, and there is a friendly stray that I sometimes see. I get my kitty fix that way, but I'm always afraid that the stray will follow me home. Typically she goes about a few blocks before she turns back. Ed either teases me about it or reminds me that I'm supposed to wait, but Al is like, "She comes to you whenever she sees you. She loves you, and she probably doesn't have a home. You should adopt her." Talk about having an angel and a devil on your shoulders. Judging by her behavior, there is a chance that she is somebody's outdoor cat, so I won't take off with her.
Last week, my mom and I visited a crystal/metaphysical shop so I could pick out an early birthday present, and this girl came in with two male kittens in one of those fancy backpack pet carriers. She said that she was meeting with one of the psychics to help her pick out which one she would keep to be her familiar, and she mentioned that she will have to find a home for the second one. Ugh. So tempting. They were both super cute (they were those gray striped tabby kittens with black tufts on the ears), and they peered out through the little window at us. Later on, I told Arthur about them, and he said, "Funny that girl's getting rid of the second one in search of her own familiar and you happened to be there. He could have been your familiar." I responded, "Dude, you are NOT helping." Not that I have ever felt the need to have a cat familiar. I just really like cats. :P