Never mind, I found this old cartoon I tore out of the New Yorker years ago, back when there were no mobile telephones, let alone ones that had cameras so that you could take photographs of things you didn’t want to lose or forget about, (and then lose and forget about them amid all the other photographs of things you didn’t want to lose and forget about on your telephone). No, back in those days you had to tear things out of magazines and put them in the filing cabinet if you wanted to lose and forget about them - I mean neither lose or forget about them (or at least only lose or forget about them for a few decades, until one Saturday afternoon when you come across them while looking for something important):
Why did I tear it out, I wonder? Was it because it is funny? Or perhaps because it reminded me of my own dear husband and myself? The second possibility cannot be right as we do not have a cat.
At least we don’t any more.