If It Has Whiskers, It’s Not a Baby

When Emily and I first started dating, she showed me old photo albums from her childhood. What stood out wasn’t her haircuts or clothes, it was the cats. She had a cat in about ninety percent of those pictures. Back then, she was a cat person. Her cat, Hobbs, was a big, fat, lazy pillow of a creature. A good cat, as far as cats go.

When we got married, w…