Mooch’s passing still hits me a little bit once in awhile. Not as hard as it used to, obviously. The Mooch-shaped hole in my life is healing over, I guess.
I did make the mistake of going in to PetSmart’s “Adoption Center” last night — always a mistake. No, I did not get another cat, but it was also very hard to get out of there without taking them all with me.
Kate and I have talked about cat population early on, and we agreed that we would let natural attrition get us down to a population of three, and not go beyond that ever again. Given that we have three cats who are all younger than five, it’s going to be a long time before that happens.
I’m very okay with that. The desire for another cat is transient, at best. Our armada of boys is fun to be around, get along pretty well, and have an interesting blend of quirks. I really don’t want to upset the applecart by bringing in an interloper.
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