Fine Distinctions

Once, Flip and I were normal cat owners, if inviting a member of another species to live in the home in which one eats and sleeps can be placed in the "normal" category. The Furrball had all the yarnballs he could ever hope to hunt, even a bit of 'nip here and there. There were crunchy treats and soft treats, salmon-flavored and chicken. He slept in any number of locations: the couch, the foot of the bed, my pillow. All perfectly normal.

We might have just over-stepped the bounds, though. The Furrball got a new bed, and I'm still using our twenty-year-old towels.