I enjoy watching my kittens as they stride through this house like aristocrats inspecting their estate. They're not even one year old, and yet they have learned so much. They study me constantly: how I enter a room, how I pause before speaking, how I sit in a way that tells the editor, "Yes, I am aware you are lucky." My mini majesties know that the editor exists to open cans and admire genius, but, frankly, she is more than that: I allow her to clean the litter boxes, too.
