There are cat people, there are dog people, and then there are those of us who like all animals and find those who try to espouse how one is better than the other about as amusing as people who go around spouting off the superiority of their chosen thing over the other.
That said, I truly do adore cats.
They are goofballs. They are regal. They embody a feral grace and unapologetic ferociousness that I find endearing.
Yet, they get their heads stuck in boxes and love to steal people's chairs. Cats truly are a walking paradox, a clawed bit of floof that can be equal parts love and equal parts disdain.
And all parts purr and pets. And toe biting.
This week has been rough, and my cats, not that they are mine because I don't think anyone really owns a cat, have been a source of comfort as I have ailed. They have stretched out on my legs and kept me warm. They have looked at me under lidded eyes in a manner that reminds me of my fleeting mortality.
They have made me laugh when I felt like shedding a tear or two.
And they have stuck their dang claws in my legs for no reason whatsoever.
I love cats.
I'm still a bit on the ill side, but mending. I am sorry I have been so slow to respond to replies and not post my usual amount of postery, I anticipate I shall be back in full speed ahead mode very soon....
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's probably more cat scented and hair covered than it would like iPhone.