I remember that chat. And poor Paws.
I'm sure you mentioned that but I had forgotten.
I'm always scared I'm gonna find Mr. Jorge (yes, we actually call him Mister) flattened one day. He at least appears to keep to the neighborhood and not venture on the four-lane road nearby.
Black Fiend (a neighbor's cat, who's actually named Trouble, though Merla calls her Cassandra) had four kittens a couple of weeks ago. These people don't seem to keep anybody indoors on a permanent basis (they have another cat), so I'm worried they'll just throw all the kittens outside once they're big and I'll have all of these others to worry about.
There's also a bunch of rather large dogs that roam around so I was worried about the cats, but the cats have the dogs whipped. Even Mr. Leelo, as sickly as he was, did a superb job of guarding our front yard. He would sleep in the front in a ball. Once he died, these damn uppity dogs just traipse all over the place. I feel kinda sorry for them, but Merla actually hates them.
Sama is a goof-ass name. He should've been Trip. It makes him sound like a multi-millionaire who dabbles in politcs. Why, you'd be lucky if he lets your ass caddy for him! And when he disappeared, you could say that Trip went to go visit his buddy Wentworth and his wife Buffy in the Hamptons.
I don't know how exactly you feel about it, but I think you should get another cat. There has to be a cat that likes MOTU at least half as much as you do. You could name him/her Battle Cat. (But not Cringer because Cringer's a wank.)
If I could clone one pet, it'd be Button. Perfect temperament. Let me hold her and cuddle her, would hug me, come when called and sleep in the bed. Would come to me when I would be crying to comfort me. Would roll around like a weasel in heat when I gave her a minty gum wrapper. Never pooped outside the litterbox not matter what unlike
some people I know. (And she liked the smell of my armpits, too.)