I used to not really like cats. Now, I don't like cats but I have two of them. When I broke up with Last Boyfriend and bought a condo, people automatically began suggesting I get a cat or two. It's like as soon as you are single and above 30 and live alone, you must begin Cat Hoarding. This will usually involve, according to cat experts, one litter box per cat, plus one extra. This complex algorithm was meant to keep cats from doing annoying little things such as peeing on your duvet. I think that in most cat-hoarding situations, though, this isn't really an issue anyway because the whole house is a giantlitterboxcumfoodbowl, and cats can feel free to pee anywhere they like, even if it is where they eat, and which, incidentally, is probably also where you sleep. So, I went to the shelter and fetched myself two cats, feeling rather noble in my actions as I had Saved A Life (two actually), and gotten myself love to last at least fourteen more years, which i...