Not to mention missing the joy of cat hair as a condiment!!!
My daughter has cats; we've always had them, so she grew up with George I and George II, Orlando, Daisy, and other less memorable felines. She had 3, but lost one to cancer last year. Jonathan, who she's had 10 years, got sick last year. The vet bill was over $1800! Me, I would have paid the vet to give Jonathan a shot to put him to sleep.
Last month, my daughter drove from Salt Lake City to visit. She brought Jonathan. He's trained to a leash. He was wearing a pretty new collar. The collar said "Big Brother". I assumed it meant they were getting a kitty to replace Lulu, who had cancer. So I asked my daughter, "well, are you getting a new kitty"? Her reply: "Not a four legged one!"
Funniest baby announcement EVER.