Why do I always want to sit around and write about the cats? (This question may have just answered itself, as David just walked into the room and whispered. "Tammy, you are gorgeous", to our fluffy long haired calico.) Our cats, in a word, are perfect. Never mind that Neko is so old she gets confused about the litter box or that Tammy still has a close relationship with binge eating. If you would just come over for some fancy Chinese Tea like I keep asking you to, you could see how wonderful these smallish house-trained predators are.

Speaking of caffeinated drinks, have I mentioned to you before about how Tammy (the larger calico) likes her morning coffee buzz just as much as you or I?

That cat will fight me for the last three beans at the bottom of a half pound bag of Ritual Coffee.

All that and also, why is everyone running around our neighborhood screaming tonight? No one invited us.