Our last cat lived to a grand old age, died a few years ago now. In many ways I'd love to have a furry little dude to hang out with again. However. Two things.
You either leave your doors ajar and spend the long winter evenings sitting in a draft or you get up to open the door for them on demand, like an unpaid footman.
Night time. Do you shut them in the kitchen and possibly wake up to them crying in the small hours. Or you don't and you're woken by them marching around the bed, nuzzling your face in the small hours.
Am I missing some easy fixes, or just fixes, to cat ownership?