If I didn’t have a cat, or any other animal
My china cupboards would have china in them.
I wouldn’t know all the butchers in town, being a vegetarian.
I wouldn’t have covers on my furniture.
My furniture wouldn’t have threads pulled out.
I wouldn’t have litter trays gracing my living room.
I would be able to go on holiday.
I wouldn’t have to be careful turning over in bed, in case I disturbed a furry friend.
I wouldn’t spend time hunting out the source of bad smells before a guest arrives.
I wouldn’t have to fence off the veggie patch.
I wouldn’t worry about visitors frightening the cats.
I wouldn’t have boxes left out for my furry friends to sit in.
I wouldn’t have beds in strange places.
I would still have smashable ornaments.
People wouldn’t give you feline related presents
I wouldn’t have to defend the contents of the fridge each time I open the door.
I wouldn’t have holes in the garden.
I could stay out beyond dinner time without feeling guilty
I wouldn’t have got into the habit of twice daily walks.
I couldn’t think of a more deprived life.
