life with cats

When I was little I really wanted a cat, but mom said "no, they belong in the barn" (we didn't have a barn). When I moved away from mom's house the first time my Viscount got me a cat, because I wanted one (and one of his other girlfriends had a cat who had had kittens, and one of the kittens charmed him). He was a dog person, but since he had bonded with that cat, and I knew that I loved all cats, when I moved out, he got custody.

The next house I lived in, with my SCA parents, had cats, but since moving from there (in 1990) I haven't shared my home with any animals, and contented myself with petting other people's cats and then enjoying going home to a house with no fur everywhere, and no litter box.

Now, as I sit here, and try to type, with a cat snuggled up between my arms, encouraging me to pause typing often for the giving of neck scritches, I am pretty happy we brought them home. However, I do miss living in a home that didn't need a litter box!
( cut for more info on litter box use than you may want to read )