I don’t love cats.
We have several: I tolerate them as long as they keep us mice free; they tolerate me as long as I feed them very regularly (preferably several times a day)
GrannyCat, is matriarch of our cat dynasty, Tabby (we excelled in imaginative names here) is her daughter. Both like to dement me. I have an inkling that they are joining forces to send me completely mad. No, I don’t like cats.
But kittens! Kittens are a different kettle of fish altogether. I cannot resist one of those fluffy, teeny, cute little creatures. And I’m not the only one! The evening we came home from Germany, we found these: