Cat Security

So, to my displeasure, my family does not, and has not owned a cat in years. But there are cats that sit outside of my house as if it was their domain. I spied one this night through the window as I was coming back from the kitchen for my nightly glass of water. I've seen up to two at a time, peacefully sitting right outside the front door on the 'welcome' or whatever it says mat, surveying the world as if it was an oyster, and they were the priceless pearls. Like my house is the Egyptian tomb of a prince, and they are the royal statue cats that preside outside the hidden doors. Like bouncers outside of a popular, LA club. Except they are much cuter and not as seemingly menacing.

I don't know these cats at all. I don't know who they belong to, where they came from, I haven't even touched one of these cats, but I feel affection towards them as if they were my own.

It may be my undying love for the feline species.

I want to know what drew these cat creatures to my house in the first place. Maybe it's my avid cat-person nature, that radiates from the brick walls out into the streets of Shakespeare and calls to lost cats. Perhaps it was the fact that I witnessed a cat get run over right in front of my house and survive, running right into my bushes (http://katrinawinsko.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-new-school-year.html <--- older post). Maybe that unfortunate kitty told all it's kitty friends about the safe haven that is my home, and thus, furballs on my door step. Or maybe, for some reason, the area around my house is just warmer than other houses....... doubtful.

Whatever the reason, I really like their presence. I just love cats so.

And I really REALLY wish I wasn't so allergic to them.