Cat People.

That's it. I admit it. We're cat people.

I know, I know. Dog people are cooler, walking through town with their twin Jack Russell terriers, or jogging alongside their Russian Wolfhound with their baby in a $700 Bumbleride Indie Twin 4-Wheel All-Terrain Stroller, or carrying their Dachshund through Bloomingdales in a faux-crocodile Kate Spade pet carrier knock-off.

But you play the hand you're dealt. We love cats, and have had one or sometimes two for the last thirty years. Our first walked onto our porch in Inman Park in Atlanta, ingratiated herself to us with her cuteness, her hunger, and her numerous (and disturbing) gifts of mice and birds, and finally adopted us.

This is a very old picture of Phranny, taken on the wall of the porch behind our apartment, c.1979.

When we moved from Atlanta to Pennsylvania we gave her some downers and flew her up. I think she liked having a little party in her head.

Sometime in the late 80's she developed an eye problem and had to live her last four or five years with only one. It never seemed to bother her. I'll let you guess which eye she lost.