The question: "So HOW many cats do you have?"
This question can be answered in a variety of ways. Some of my favorites:
"Oh, they're not mine. They've just chosen me as their queen."
"More than four, less than 10."
"I'm just glad I don't have to put them all through college like my brother and his SEVEN children."
I get this question all the time. Now, with the certainty that my latest foster is, again, a foster failure, I've stopped answering honestly.
But the real question is, "how did I get here?"
"Here" is a house in the suburbs of Sacramento, in my home state of California, where I live with my husband of 3.5 months and our zoo: seven cats and a dog.
SEVEN cats? Yup, seven cats. All beloved, all (somewhat miraculously) get along.
How did I get here? Well, keep reading.
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