Last night, Isabel and I were celebrating my aunt Stephanie's birthday with her at Poggio (a great restaurant -- can not get that burrata out of my head!), talking about this and that and about my grandmother's affinity for animals. We all merrily agreed that what she needs is a cat, a mellow, companionable, not-too-young cat.
I could see that this was a terrible idea when it was reintroduced this morning, but there was momentum. To my surprise, Husband got enthusiastically involved and took the children to adopt a rescue cat. My grandmother was telephoned. My grandmother emphatically declared that she wants no cat, absolutely not. It will run in the street, it will interfere with her busy schedule of making coffee and watering the begonias, no pets, no, no, no.
He's a fine cat. I have nothing against him. But if I'd known we were getting a cat for ourselves, I would have opted for a kitten. Sorry, handsome cat!