This is a major milestone. Since we brought the little one home after New Years it’s been nothing but cat fighting. Last night Amsterdam (the big one) started licking Tigerlily (the little one), and though it was sorta rough licking, she seemed to like it and they both fell asleep.

I am realizing that Jad and I have become the kind of couple who talk about our cats. It used to be that we’d talk about our cats just amongst ourselves, but now we find it seeping out into our conversations in public. I am mortally embarrassed by this but can’t seem to stop. I guess things like this happen to people of our advanced age.

In this post I will refrain from telling you how beautifully stripey and wonderful my cats are. I will also refrain from telling you about all of their adorable antics, but if you met me in a bar, I wouldn’t be able to resist.

If I concentrate really hard on being detached I know it’s boring to others, but I’m quickly losing my objectivity. Now I know why people go on and on about how smart their toddlers are, or they talk about their boat too much, or they won’t stop yapping about sports to people who don’t care.