I have generally always had a cat in my adult life as a companion animal. I won't say that I actually prefer them to dogs, but I must admit they have a certain spirit that I rarely see in canines.
(Warning - Dr. Lecter is preparing to wax poetic. You have been warned.)
My life has been devoid of the company of a cat for several years now, and I am beginning to very much miss that in my life. I miss the shadow moving across the floor in the evening hours. I miss the soft purr close to my ear late at night as I drift off to sleep. I miss the warm fur after a basking session in a sunbeam on a cold day.
I still miss horribly a beautiful, even-tempered tortiseshell named Autumn that I had to place in a new home during the divorce from my first wife.
This time around, I think I might try a Siamese if the opportunity presents. There are scant few breeders in my area, so I shall try the local pound for starters. I am not overly interested in bloodlines - some of the best companion animals I have ever encountered were "mutts", so to speak.
Blue eyes are a must, however.
Dear friends, am I alone in my love for felines, or are there more here who feel as I do?
Tell me truly. :cool:
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Hannibal
P.S. - Yes, I know, cats also bring the inevitable litter boxes, hairballs, claw trimming, and the incessant miao-ing at odd hours.
However, as an added bonus, my wife's prima donna Boston Terrier is going to have an absolute FIT. :D
I'll take these annoyances with a smile, thank you. :)

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