We don't have a cat. We don't even want a cat. Well I guess I should revise that. I don't want a cat. They're just not my thing. I don't like it when there is a living thing in my house who thinks they are in control of things. I am in control of things. I refuse to relinquish that control, especially to an animal. This is why I love dogs. They are perfectly happy to just follow you around worshipping the ground you walk on. And they don't talk. They just listen. I love dogs.
Anyway, despite the fact that I don't want a cat, apparently cats want me. I have approximately 4 cats who frequent my backyard. Three of them come and go sporadically and one has taken up residence underneath my shed. I think she (I assume she is a she because I would like her better if she were) may be pregnant. She is really fat.
As long as the cats stay outside and do not leave their...you know, stuff...all over my yard I'm ok with them. But, I may rethink that if they start taking off with our cars.