I grew up in a dog household, and besides a suspicious distrust of the independent feline, I am, in fact, fiercely allergic to them. So imagine my surprise when my dear sweet boy Addison fell in love with the many cats that have overrun our back garden. Yes, we are a veritable sanctuary for every brand of stray cat you can imagine. Come to think of it, I'm not sure they actually are strays. More likely, they are of the roaming, outdoor variety as they seem amply fed, content to sun themselves on our patio rather than forage for scraps. Addison is completely enchanted with them and will sit for many minutes on end (an eternity for a toddler) watching these creatures lounge on our back steps waiting for an invitation to enter. One of Addison's favorite books from the library right now is called I Like Cats. Not sure how I feel about this book, but before I offend my potentially cat-loving audience, let me say that I am softening to them since they have become such a fixed part of our house's landscape. This allergy-ridden dog-lover may learn to like cats yet.