Noooooooo...... I'm not the slightest bit tremulous and impatient about the arrival of another small timid cat later this week (exact date not yet known). I bought the monstrosity pictured above, and another radiator cradle, quite calmly and collectedly, simply to save the furniture from further wreckage, not primarily to increase the thrills and spills that take place on a daily basis round my home and are much more entertaining than telly.
And all those little treats that are being stockpiled? The fancy little tins of sardine and mackerel for cats, the packets of catnip drops, the crunchy snacks with strange cheesy fillings? Just good housekeeping measures, that's all. The camera batteries fully charged? Just sensible. I'm not becoming overwrought in the least at the prospect of another little chap, ginger this time, with white socks and bib, joining the team. I'm not worrying one jot about how the girls will react, or if Scooter will hate him. Or if - awful thought planted by the Lovely Son, who can be coarse - there will be territorial behaviour of the urine-spraying kind.
No, no; in fact, I'm hardly thinking about it at all.
I just wish he was here now. Right NOW.