This is Skye. She sheds, she has skin allergies, and she poos. Those are just about the only things that are unpleasant about her. Now think about the extensive list of unpleasant things that I can think up for most humans. See, cats are great.
Cats are great for small living spaces. Our apartment is 600 sq ft and Skye fits just fine. We still sleep in a full size bed, and even though sometimes it just feels like a mushy boulder at the foot of the bed, it's not bad sharing a tiny bed with a 6'1 man and a little kitty.
Cats are also great if you are busy, because they do not depend on you for a stroll outside. This is Skye on the front porch at Halloween; look how independent she is. She even comes to the door and "knocks" on the door when she wants in or out.
Below is Norris. He doesn't want to live under the same roof as us. But he sure does love to eat at our porch. I think John loves him more than he loves Skye sometimes, because he used to be a stray feral, so he is very independent and comes and goes as he pleases. He doesn't bother anyone, he just asks to be fed twice a day on weekdays, three times a day on weekends. When we aren't home, we just tell the neighbors, and they love it. They act like kids at a petting zoo when they get to feed Norris.
Norris is a celebrity around the neighborhood; everybody knows him. Perhaps this is another reason why he just can't be tied down to one family, he needs to make his rounds. We aren't sure where exactly he sleeps. We've pleaded with him to sleep in the laundry room of our building, but I think he opts for the basement/crawlspace area under the giant manor house next door. Hell, he needs to maintain his mysterious countenance, I suppose this is how he chooses to do it.
John also loves him because he never has to go to the vet, so the only expenses he has is food. The only time he's been to a vet is when I got him "humanely" trapped and taken to SPCA for his vaccines and his neutering surgery ( I had to get him trapped in case he bit me, and because he doesn't let ANYBODY touch him). Yes, I robbed a wildcat of his manhood, but I just wanted to keep him healthy. Since the operation, he's been relatively calmer, except immediately following the surgery, when he disappeared for two weeks straight.
Norris is huge, he could eat Skye, and he has tried. She ended up in the Animal ER with a torn tongue. I think they got in a tiff about the food I left outside, and Norris told her in his brusque way, to shut the fuck up.
If you can't have animals in your apartment or if you're simply too damn irresponsible or lazy or immature to look after an animal, adopt a stray. SPCA will not charge you (they'll gladly take donations, though) for bringing in a stray cat to get neutered. This way, your animal doesn't get picked up by the mobile pound and doesn't spread his love around to other animals. The animal will thank you for your time and kindness, and he will probably come occasionally and chill with you. There are few attachments with animals and they don't expect too much, they just accept what you give them. Don't you wish there were more people like that in the world? Sadly, I don't know Anyone that fits this description.