Miss You

I only spent a week with Frank and then he moved to his new apartment. I find that I miss him a lot. In only one short week I got used to talking to him, playing with him, and having him follow me and the other cats in the house around. I now realize that I would never be able to be one of those foster people that could take care of kittens, dogs, etc. for the Humane Society or rescue league. I am way too much of a softy and I bond to the animals way too quickly. Am I turning into the cat lady?...you know the one... the little old lady that has a ton of cats and leaves her whole estate to them!