I have a problem with the cats.
In general I rather like cats, which is good, we have three.
(Well she’s a year and a half older now so she only is willing to be smothered in love for so long and then she bites Jane on the nose. But that’s a whole ‘nother problem.)
There is this one that is still young and cute and willing to be smothered in Jane’s love on a daily basis.
There is this one that is aloof and completely uninterested in me but causes minimal trouble and loves Ivy.
There is this one, my favorite one, that comes every night and crawls in bed with me and purrs for an hour while I read.
For all I like cats I’ll admit that they come with a pile of unsavory things. Litter boxes, food stealing, hair that sticks to everything, kittens that climb legs…
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