Cats, eh?
I hope you're sitting down. We're contemplating getting a cat. Yes, I know I'm allergic to cats, and I know it's a risk, but in more recent years I've had much less strong reactions and maybe, just maybe, given the fact that our house has very few carpets and is more or less open-plan, maybe I'd be OK. The rationale? Well with the sad demise of the guinea-pigs the girls feel the need of someone to love and cosset. (Love ME, girls! Cosset ME!) Now a dog would be great, but the problem with dogs is that when we go to the UK we'd need to find someone willing to look after the dog for several weeks. Hmmm. Or pay kennel fees. Hmmm. Pat suggested a hamster that would live in Catrin's room, but we tried that kind of thing before and the kids were woken up by the nocturnal antics of their little pets, who then had to live in the bathroom, the lounge, etc... A cat, with the natural independence and aloofness of their race, could happily wander off...