I’ve never been a cat person. I’m allergic and my only cat experience resulted in tragedy. A high school crush gave me a kitten as a gift. I named him Christian Laettner-Slater Psychedelic Furry Cat. Not only was his name unfortunate, but so was his death. A week later, the poor kitty was crushed by our garage door. I cried a bit and immediately decided I was more of a dog person anyway.
Fast forward a few years. Fine. Fast forward a LOT of years.
What my new agency lacks in nerds, they make up for in cats. Yes, cats. There are at least four feral cats living in our parking lot. I ignore them, but everyone else has cat scratch fever– a rare and creepy condition contracted when visiting Ted Nugent’s website.
Where was I? Oh yes, the cat obsession. One of the partners placed a large dog house on our lawn, complete with a heating pad for the kitties. The following week I noticed the cat house had been decorated for the holidays with lights and tiny Hello Kitty stockings.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m jealous of a herd of feral cats. Those little bastards have more holiday cheer than I do…