Yes, I confess to sharing my home with a couple of cats. And I recognise that for many people the appeal of sharing space with 50 claws attached to a random-brained, unpredictable eating machine is something unfathomable and a sure-fire sign of weirdness.
Cats are magic. They have special powers beyond human reasoning.
Here is Tiggy. She is going to demonstrate one such power …
“Behold. By day I am a delicate little poopkin, no bigger than a wickle melon.
By night, my body mass triples, quadruples even, and I expAAAAAaand into a thing of monstrous proportions.
Because of this trans-mogrification I am not allowed to sleep on their bed.
(..in the morning I will get in and Sit on her Face. Heh.)”