I’m not “suffering” over the loss of Tom anymore, but I am really quite nervous about bringing a new cat (well, it would be a young cat or kitten, under 2 yrs) into the house. So I have been doing absolutely nothing about getting the house ready to receive a new cat. The study is still a shambles, the lounge room and bedroom have a bazillion places a kitty can hide and never be found again, and I am not looking. Much. I still check out the Sawyers Gully cat rescue place, last time I looked they had over 100 new kittens. I hope they managed to find homes for them. I’ve become very used to having the option to do what I want, when I want, and not have to fret over cats being outside or inside or being fed. Its been a bit of a relief, really. However, I am still in the gotta have a cat mindset. Once I leave that behind and decide I don’t *have* to have a cat, but in fact *choose* to have one, I think I will be more of a mind to go and actually get one.