Since our last cat died, we have been feeling that the house was empty. So today I went to the shelter and got ourselves another one.
Meet Daniel (though I don't know how long that name will stick, he reacts a lot better to "Beest" (animal), which is what we used to call our last cat and accidentely started calling him).
He's ten, probably even twelve years or older. That's what we went for, since the road we live on is so busy that a lot of cats die. We liked to give an older cat a home for a while, hoping that he would be old enough to stay off the road and knowing nobody else would have taken him, so at least he would have a good last few years even if he died on that road.
But for now, he stays inside and enjoys exploring our home and getting to know our family.