I have never been big on cats.
Never had one.
They generally don't like me, or else they just act weird around me. Like the cat at my sister's a few years ago. That stupid cat bit me. Bit my sister too. Sis got rid of that cat, which she actually inherited from her teenaged grandson.
Liza, shown here, is different.
For some really weird reason, she likes me. When I am not looking, she will jump into my lap and stay there the rest of the night purring contentedly away. I haven't the heart to toss her to the floor.
I of an age where you don't toss love away, no matter where it originates.
So, I guess I will have to teach her how to catch a trout. She's fair to middling with the butterflies, so perhaps she can hone those predator skills for fish also.
Or, more probably, curl up in a ball on the riverbank soaking up the sun's warmth, waiting for Daddy to catch her a trout.