Oh, Bobbin was gorgeous! Tasha was a calico/tortoiseshell, too (well, ‘torbie’, I think they call them: calico with tabby striping). There’s something special about calicos, I think. I know that it’s just a quirk of genetics, and doesn’t really lend itself to particular personality traits, but still. They’re awesome cats.
Even before Tasha started to get sick, I knew I’d be getting another cat eventually. (I actually thought about it a few years ago, knowing that she was getting older, and that I’d have a hard time when I finally lost her. But she was incredibly territorial when it came to other cats, and I didn’t want to put her through that sort of stress.) I know that I’ll still make comparisons, but… it won’t break my heart if the new cat doesn’t want to spend every evening curled up in my lap like Tash used to. A few months ago, I think it might’ve.
I’ll probably go for a young-ish adult cat. Kittens are tempting, but they’re only fuzzy little balls of trouble for a couple of months – it’s the big ol’ lazy cat that you end up spending years with.