Lisa has been totally sympathetic to my "pain" over having to put Samson to sleep.  She knows how much I enjoyed being greeted by him at the door whenever I returned home.  She also appreciated the fact that Samson would always come whenever called.

Consequently, Lisa insisted that we get a cat:


"Lucy" does all the "cat tricks" men love: they ignore you when called, expect food and treats as a condition of acknowledging your existence, and permit you the use of their space when it is convenient to them.