This is my cat, Sam. Isn't she a cutie. I don't know when it happened, but I became one of them. You know, a cat person. Complete with photos and quirky little stories about how my cat likes to stalk me around the periphery of my apartment when I first come home and then pounce on my pant legs at the Kitchen door. I call this our Calvin and Hobbes time.
And check out her man paws, particularly the rear one there. No, she does not have six toes, trust me I keep counting. She is simply a big pawed kind of gyrl. Yeah, she's my kinda cat.
sick. I know.