I have a lot of cats and I talk about them in baseball columns and on Twitter quite a bit. It's sort of a thing. When I put this site together, a lot of readers asked me why I didn't mention them here. Let no one say I don't give the people what they want.
This is Fran. She's really Allison's cat. Allison informs me that she is the best cat who has ever lived. I nod and say, "yes dear, Fran is the best cat who has ever lived." I will totally admit that she is 100x smarter than the other three cats, though. Like, it's not even remotely close.
Rosie. She is one of three sister calicos I got in July 2015, when they were kittens. Rosie thinks she is the Leader of the Cats. Rosie has a lot of . . . emotional issues. Her feelings are real.
Lucy. Also known as Lucy Bear. She's the biggest. She's pretty chill, though, and has a lot of patience for Rosie's bullshit. She is the only one who can body slam Rosie when Rosie needs to be body slammed, however. She broke her leg the first day I had her home from the shelter. A few days later she beat the hell out of Rosie with her cast.
Scully. Named after Dana, not Vin. Scully has the fewest cat instincts of any cat I've ever known. Evolutionarily speaking, I think she's more like Meatwad from "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" than any other cat. She's very, very sweet, though. At least 75% of my writing is done with her sleeping on my lap, purring her goddamn life away. I guess purring is an instinct.
This is George (1998-2015). With all apologies to Fran and Allison, he is in fact the best cat who has ever lived. I wrote about him when he moved on to Cat Valhalla. Love you, guy.