I have had one or more cats for years. (I once had seven cats. Inside. It was insane ... and so was I.) While what I really wanted was a dog -- don't tell the cats-- I lived in apartments most of my life and a cat was all I was allowed. I have never regretted sharing my life (and furniture) with cats. Although, truth be told, I did rather resent some of their attentions to my personal property. I have grown to love their complex personalities; their ability to live without the faintest whiff of guilt. I like to think my cats and I co-exist on equal terms. But I would be lying. I am their slave.
|(Once)Slim (l) and Cookie the Fang-less (r)|
|I pinched this from somewhere - I get hysterical every time I look at it.|