I've always tolerated cats, particularly here as they keep funnelweb spiders at bay.
Couple weeks before the family moved out, I looked after, in entirety the three cats that we had (including a main coon cross), and with the lack of anxiety and stress, and being picked up all the time, thoroughly enjoyed their independence....missed them when they were gone actually.
So sealed my yard up for a dog, then realised that although my son makes spending money walking and feeding dogs, that wasn't in my current state (here's hoping to the future), and a cat was independent enough that if I had to travel for a day or two, there were no issues.
So I went to the RSPCA shelter, and window shopped (Father's Day actually, by myself).
One seemed to bond a bit, so I went back the next weekend and thought she was gone, but was in an exercise area...a few scratches (on me) later, and decided to take her home.
Best decision of 2019...she'll follow me outside if I'm eating breakfast, and sit at my feet. If I'm in the bath, she's up on the side. In the shower, she's up on a dividing wall in the bathroom. Plays crazy chasing (and fighting) games, hides in boxes and ambushes me jackinthebox style...has her space, has pets and purs...