Our cat had to be put to sleep last week. I have concluded that not having a cat sucks. Things that I hate include:
- Every discarded bag, jumper or soft toy caught out of the corner of my eye is mistaken for our cat.
- In particular there is a large brown teddy that my kids keep leaving on the cat's armchair that I think is her and every time I realise it isn't my heart sinks.
- I no longer have to leave a light on in the back room because the cat is in there. I can also shut the door to keep the heat in.
- I'm not immediately accosted by a cat who has never been fed before when opening ham/smoked salmon/tuna/the fridge.
- I have nobody to give that tiny chunk of cheese which breaks off when grating to.
- She wasn't a lap cat but she did like to sit on the top of the armchair or sofa behind my head. Making an excellent purring pillow. Now my head is cold.
I am currently waiting to be matched with a rescue cat or two. But in the meantime, this house is a strange and unhomey place.