I’ve always had cats, but now live in a no-pets retirement flat. I do miss them. At one point I had four, an aged tabby, a tortoiseshell, and twin gingers. My very first cat, when I was eight, was a ginger called Orlando, after the cat in Orlando the Marmalade Cat, a beautifully illustrated book by Kathleen Hale - some of you may know it. One of the twins was Orlando, too. My last cat was a little black and white one who lived to be 19. I didn’t get another one because I feared it could outlive me, and then what? It would think I’d abandoned it.