When cats aren’t costing you thousands of dollars in gender reassignment surgery, you can see them going batshit insane chasing around wooden skewers and spaghetti noodles.
But this morning I found them participating in a whole new activity that breaches all boundaries of independence and normalcy.
There is something wrong with my cats.
Allow me to introduce some of the people who regularly appear in my blog:
Justine/The Roommate
Justine and I have been living with each other almost long enough to be common law spouses and we have joint custody over a DVD player. Justine's great loves are tea, Hanson and Atticus.
The Work Wife
Due to proximity, we see each other 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. My work wife knits, runs marathons and maintains a dazzlingly avid social life. She also runs the book club I'm in.
Our cats are super weird…and kinda gay…
This post is over a month old now. Seriously.