“Another cat? Perhaps. For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown. But a family cat is not replaceable like a wornout coat or a set of tires. Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated. I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another.”
I promise this is not going to become a maudlin “homage to all cats past” blog. But I came across the above quote and paused to count, and was surprised to realize I am fourteen cats old.