We had two cats before we had kids. The cats never quite forgave us for bringing children home to torment them, but we all enjoyed the furry friends. At least, most of us enjoyed them. My Sweet Baboo sort of tolerated them.
But, kitties don't live as long as kids, and, not too long before The Flute Player's first birthday, our second kitty went to Catnip Heaven.
That was a little over twelve years ago. Even after all that time, and two household moves, I still found the occasional cat hair.
But I figured it was a matter of time until we got another cat. The kids have been asking. But I wasn't ready.
I'm still not sure I'm ready, but this kitty needed a home; she was found in a parking lot, but the family who found her couldn't keep her and she was headed to the animal shelter in a couple of days.
So now we have a cat. Hopefully, but the end of the weekend, she'll have a name.
Meantime, I'm trying to remember how to train a cat to stay off the kitchen counters and table...sigh...