I have said for awhile now that I wasn’t really a “cat person” until my parents drove to College Station and dropped Lucy off at my apartment about four years ago. I have always liked animals, but I can’t remember ever being specifically pro-cat or anything. However, when I was digging through old photos on Mother’s Day, I found some evidence to the contrary.
I do realize that not a single cat in any of those photos seem to be very fond of me. They obviously didn’t know a good thing when they saw it. I think cats love me now. I also think I’ve grown into my teeth a bit.