Time heals, I know. Cats too. At least mine did. Came whenever I called him. I used to sing him a song that, over time, made him go purring, leg-rubbing crazy whenever I sang it. My first cat. Walked into local cat shelter and, after eyeing me, jumped down from the window sill and ran over to rub my leg. He adopted me.
X asked to have him when she left so she wouldn't be alone (hey, what about me?) "Mr. Nice Guy" said, "Sure!" as usual, especially in those pleading, eggshell-walking, post-bomb days. X promptly went out and bought a teacup/toy/whatever dog for $700. I got scammed out of my first and only connected-to cat.
But Gardener goes on and on as usual (more than usual since he's lonely tonight).
After sale of house, I will be renting small, temporary digs until I move cross-country. Dog might limit my rental options. But after that.... Definitely. Thanks for responding with a great idea, TH. And thanks for listening.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
