Just now, a neighbor's cat (the one who was whining two mornings ago @ 6a) infiltrated our house and tried to get comfortable. Don't get me wrong, I'd love a cat in the house. Mostly to give me an excuse to take pictures & turn them into cat macros. Plus, it'd give me the chance to say "now we have some pussy in the house." Which, if you know me, would make my day every time I said it. But between the cost of care & feeding, and the fact that I wear dark wool slacks for work, it'd be stupid to go back to the world of sticky rollers & vacuuming the couch all the time. And the litter box... no thanks.