True. I don't know if he likes cats
IIRC he does. And there would be few monks on this earth who don't like 'em.
My last two cats died about 3 years ago. An abby named Sam (our family always had Abyssinians) and a moggy named Ginger. Sam was a very old 17 and Ginger was 13. Their ashes now rest in my "cell" in two wooden boxes. Not sure what to do with them. Miught suggest to my brother that he slip them into my coffin.
In order of arrival mine are Sister, Tucker, Harry, Daisy, Rosie, Red Dad, Willow, Lucy, Thumper, Murphy, Tyrone and Eli. Four males and eight females. Soup to nuts. Mostly nuts.
They are young, the last eight, and I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with a fear that they will out live me...
PS: Madeline M. Mystery, Tygger Big Man, Elizabeth, Buffy, and Molly-Mopsy the Rabbit are all resting out in the yard under-hill...as it were.
We also have baby skunks, bunnies, racoons, squirrels, chipmonks and ground hogs here in the summer. They run all over the porch leaving fleas and odd smells now and then.
I've got a resident porcupine also but I never see younglings...Just the big and he or she is HUGE.
A dozen or more bird varieties...
I want a goat!!