Here you’ll find a few of those who live with me, at my place — or who simply allow me to live nearby. Yes, that’s not the same thing. These are cats, after all; nothing is ever simple with them.
You’re welcome to laugh, roll your eyes, or draw analogies with spinsters and blue stockings. Go ahead, laugh as much as you like.
I’m not a cat fanatic. I don’t want them everywhere, declawed and dressed in bows, paraded around with fancy grooming. Not at all — and I’m not asking you to want that either.
They’re just part of my life, part of me. Without them, my life would feel incomplete, unbalanced, not the way I’d want it to be.
Kerry is our grumpy old lady — toothless, quacking like a duck, and convinced that hissing first keeps the other cats away. She startles at every touch, struggles with food and appetite, but still insists on doing things her way.