The Boys
I have three cats and I treat them like they’re my children. They are universally known as “The Boys” (their universe is quite small.) Harvey is the feline version of Tim Gunn, Marty was a golden lab in his past life and just hasn’t gotten the memo that he’s now a cat, and Foster is a scarily smart cow kitten and has no problem voicing his opinion on everything. All three are rescued strays, but I don’t know if that makes me a good person or just a huge sucker. I know, I know what it really makes me is a crazy cat lady. And I never ever thought I’d be one. Seriously. This was the last thing I ever planned on happening. But you know what? It’s not so bad, and now that I’ve got them I wouldn’t give them up for the world.
