I’m not a cat lady. In fact, I don’t like cats at all. The only cat I’ve ever (sort of) liked was our family Persian Chinchilla, Mowgli. He was a real stunner. I don’t think Mowgli liked us much. He slept at the foot of our beds –– which was cozy –– until he’d dig his little nails into our bare feet. And when we’d go out for long stretches of time, not give him enough cuddles or forget to give him breakfast on time, he’d crap in the sink. He really was a beauty though. And although he wasn’t much of a pet –– in the playful, affectionate, fun loving way –– I think of him almost every time a cat saunters by.