I think having indoor cats must be like having a dog. They follow me around and constantly want my love. A little like Munchkin. They wait for me outside my bedroom door and at the slightest sign of life from me, insist on affection. Seriously, I just got up to use the well-never-mind and there they were. I sit down, a-hem, and they wrap themselves around my legs, I get back in bed and they have now planted themselves right next to me. It’s good to be loved.

And I guess I’m going to find out for certain if my indoor cat vs. dog metaphor is for real. Because in three and a half weeks, we are bringing home a puppy. I do believe I am insane.