I now own three cats. I am beginning to think that the third one may have been a mistake.

In fairness, it’s not his fault. Completely. He is everything you expect a cat to be: cute, soft, and slightly more than batsh*t insane.

But no, the main problem is that none of these cats can stand the sight of each other. It’s Animal Kingdom meets The Real World around here, but with less alcohol (because unfortunately, I don’t drink).

So now I am stuck in my house with three cats who despise each other – spending my days scoopin’ poop and breakin’ up cat fights over the most heinous acts of disrespect (like sniffing the wrong butt at the wrong moment, or … *gasp*… making eye contact from across the room)!

I made a very wrong turn somewhere in my life, didn’t I?