I certainly got used to being climbed on and followed and interrupted with the kids, but our last cat was another truly aloof loner, until he was old.

Switch is adorable and very vocal, and has this attitude like, "We're partners! Best buds! We're going to the kitchen? Awesome! Wait up!" He trots very much like a puppy, too.

bon- yes! They love hanging out when we are in the office. Stepping on the keyboard, wanting to sit in laps, investigating whatever that pile of papers is.

Kripkat is obsessed with the printer (like many cats, I know). He acts like it's his personal deity. (And his holy son is the DVD player.) He jogs to the office just in case we'll be printing in there.

You guys understand you're describing a nightmare for me, right? I read all the clingy cat stories and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

But they're super cute, and pleasing to the touch, and they love you. It cannot be understated how nice it is that they love you.

Seeing "Yay, fleas!" following a succession of cat posts caused a moment of confusion.

Ha ha! I meant hooray for the flea family and their new car.

Cortez *loves* the printer. Things shoot out of it! Which clearly need to be attacked!

Timelies all!

Took my folks to the National Postal Museum. Interesting, though I suspect my dad enjoyed it more than the rest of us, as he is a major stamp collector.

Oh, I've been there! It was neat.

While mac has been at the birthday party, I went and bought 2 pairs of shoes, some Indian outfits, and two saris to use as shears in the new house. Yay.

Dean likes to knock things over. Especially cups and glasses with anything in it. So I always have to be aware of where my glass is and sometimes I have to hold it.

I can tell when he gets really bored, he starts systematically knocking everything off tables.

Luckily he's easily distracted by the Squeaky Toy being tossed in the play cube/tube set up I have.

Hubby's old cat would go along shelves with breakables, check to see if anyone was watching, then knock something off with just enough effort to clear the shelf. Then he'd stare at us superciliously as we yelled at him. Sometimes he'd wait till we were close enough to catch the breakable.

It cannot be understated how nice it is that they love you.

I've lived with indoor cats. The cats and I got along great. I just didn't get the reason for them being there. I can totally understate it. Honestly, it gives me the heebie jeebies.

Should I ever fall in love, I'm sure it will be to a man who's devoted to his indoor dogs and cats. It's the sort of trauma I deserve. Small dog(s) too.