If I were to do a list of things in my life that are most important to me, our three cats would be damn near the top. Probably top five. We've always been a cat family, but we've never had three at once. Our old grey tabby is a little grumpy but has a heart of gold, and our two young cats, one a medium-haired ginger, one a long-haired black, are absolutely adorable. The ginger, Garfield, is sociable and free spirited, the other is shy but incredibly soppy and a little silly. His name is Milo, but we sometimes call him Trotsky, not because of any affinity for socialism, more because sometimes when he comes in to have food he trots and his fur bounces. It's epic.
