Growing up I had zero love for cats. In my defense I had every reason to keep my distance. None of my extended family had cats, and all my cat-loving friends tended to house whatever the feline equivalent of Cujo is. One friend in particular seemed to have an aversion to cleaning the litter box, so as a result the house just reeked. I thought that was how all cats smelled. I thought that was how all cats behaved. All of that changed in 2007 when in one afternoon I found myself with two kittens of my very own.
Over the ensuing years the number of cats in my house has fluctuated. Now my husband and I share our home with three, yes three darn cats:
- The Dude, his name a blatant The Big Lebowskireference meant to win over my father-in-law, does indeed abide, though he can be a…
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