It’s been a week now; there are still more cats.


Once upon a time we had no cats. None, zip, zero. It was a glorious time. Then one day my wife came to me wanting a kitten. I was initially opposed to this idea but it was clear how important it was to her, so I agreed. She brought home two. Two. One of them was Chloe.

Chloe is a thin and frail cat, which I theorize is the result of some genetic condition which has also left her with an inability to maintain proper core body temperature. As a result, she’s been forced to adapt to a parasitic lifestyle, sapping heat from the laps of humans in order to stay alive.

Other interesting facts:

  • Wishes she were a dog.
  • Idolizes my son.
  • Squeaks instead of meows.
  • Also goes by the alias Klo-klo.
  • My son thinks she is sweet.