It has been suggested, and more than once, that I’m a crazy cat lady-to-be; that I will probably own twenty cats (or more accurately they will own me) or more when I am old and alone. Frankly, I don’t think that will ever happen, but I admit to being a cat person.
In fact, at any time in the past, the maximum number of cats that lived under my roof was three, and the third one was a stray picked up by our cat-sitter when we were away on vacation. In other words, when we left, we had two cats and when we returned, there was another one living in our home. The cat-sitter left, leaving us with an extra cat. Why she never took the one with her when she left or decided that it was a good idea to add a cat to our household without asking…
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