Cat Tails & Pussy Willow

This morning I awoke to claims by somebody that Starbucks filters its coffee through cats, because the package smells like cat pee. (Preposterous! I cried. It would have to smell like cat poo.) Shortly after this, a cat war broke out in the very bedroom where I was still snoozing. Last night, while cutting his nails, I discovered Rico had a bloody claw.

All this brings me to one conclusion: We've got too many damn cats.

We'd really only have two, if Miklos hadn't saved Mixi from a scary storm that was coming when he found her in the woods. I guess that makes our quantity more acceptable. He also rescued Jane from being killed as a kitten, if that further helps our case. At the same time, one day I really want to have a cat named Darryl or Philip. The way these three are at each other's throats sometimes, maybe I won't have to wait too long.