Kittens! Or should I say, kittens no more. Today these cat-hooligans turn three! These well-loved, unplanned and ultimately best-worst decisions we ever made came into our lives during a whirlwind of stress and poor planning. We said goodbye to a perfectly reasonable life with two cats, and hello to humans being outnumbered by felines, 2 to 1. I love these rascals, even though we do occasionally look back at our life pre-feline chaos, back when our couch was unmarred by little claws, our bed wasn’t dominated by cats, and our grocery list didn’t always look like we were shopping for a cat shelter. Can’t go back, and we love these cats intensely.
These guys are my constant companions, my shadows, and in constant competition for space on my office chair. While our older cats are a bit more aloof and less-frequently needy, these young cats are all in my business, all the time. Most of the time, I love it. With four cats comes chaos, allergies and a lot of laughter and cat talk. Cat talk for life.