Well, I love cats, and always had cats when I lived at home with my parents (ahem, over 20 years ago now…). But I don’t have a cat of my own right now. Oh, how I miss having a cat!
My parents still have a cat which I consider to be mine really, called Pushkin. He knows what is what.
I recall one time I took a boyfriend home to Scotland and during supper he was expanding on how he hated cats. At that Pushkin started coughing a little (he was sitting at a vantage point just behind said boyfriend’s shoulder). As he continued his monologue the coughing grew more insistent until the boyfriend found the back of his head and neck all covered in cat sick!
I applaud Pushkin’s taste and shortly afterwards ditched the boyfriend!
