Cats....I love them to death, but sometimes....well, they make me want to drink a beer at 8 in the morning.

Bronte, my dear old tortie girl of 16, has a thing for my tea mugs, insists on head butting them.  Always has.  I know this.  So, why do I leave a mug of tea out on the counter near where she plants herself each day?  Oh yeah, I'm having a ( Read more... )