I am a cat person. I have always been a cat person.

I love cats-the feel of their fur, the way they purr in absolute contentment, their surprising levels of empathy and their amazing sense of self. I even love the way they say “fuck you” with a disdainful flick of their tail when you have somehow dared to displease them. I love cats. Yet, somehow, I’ve managed to end up sharing a household with dogs. Plural. As in more than one. More than two. In fact, we have three smallish dogs of various ages and indeterminate heritage. Somewhere in their murky backgrounds is a poodle/terrier hook-up that has left each of them with curly hair and enough issues to fill a subscription. They are all master manipulators and exuberant extortionists-like the mafia, only cuter. I call them my small dog posse.