Cats

I have six cats. They stroll in and out of the house all day long, unless they’re coming in through the window, in which case it’s more of a plummet than a stroll. Occasionally they even come to say hello to me, or have a quick kiss or stroking session.

It’s not as though I hardly see them.

Then why do I feel the need to inflict rhapsodies (with a large side order of endearments) upon them every time I see one of the dear creatures?

Am I alone in this? If not, it’s no wonder they look at us and think, ‘You’re funny. And not in a good way.’