I have never been a “Cat Person”. I have had cats most of my life but my cats and I have had an understanding, we don’t mess with each other. That was until we got the two cats we have now. They have been most un-catlike. They like us, they want to be with us, I can pick them up and they don’t scratch me. I can even flip them over in my arms and scratch their bellies and come away with the skin on my hand. They almost make me like them, that is until I find the presents they leave me. I can handle the occasional mouse in the middle of the living room floor. We live in an old house in the forest so I know there are a lot of holes for them to get into the house. What I can’t stand is the deposits on my couch, chair, and sometimes beds. You know where the litter box is, it isn’t that far, use it! When I was young our cats were outside cats, but where we live that would mean catsicles or fox treats so that isn’t an option. We do let them out but one has returned in need of stitches so leaving them out would mean good odds of them never returning. These are the times when I think about why I have pets and how I think that after these are gone I won’t get another. Then again, I didn’t have much say in getting any of the animals we have in the first place.