My kitten (okay, she was a teenager at 14 months, a young [cat]woman), died Thanksgiving morning 2006, and we've thought about getting another cat. I think the "poop in a box" + vet bills (having to put a cat to sleep on a holiday? expensive AND devastating) has kept me from feeling as though I really wanted another cat.
But this? This is really too much to miss.
I think it's too late in the semester to work on adopting a cat from school (and by this time in the semester I'm too crazy to even consider it), but now I know, I need to share a wig, er, my heart and home, with a cat.