We have female cats. Who cares, right? The male cats do. So we have lots of kittens. Yeah, I know, get them "taken care of"--but that takes money.

We do a lot of kitten-giving. We gave a handsome male to a friend. The friend couldn't take it. The cat was too cotton-pickin' friendly. Always underfoot. Never mousing. So we took the cat back, thinking he exaggerated. 

He did not. This dumb cat is everywhere. In the car. In the house. In the barn. This cat loves people.

We had a big ski race up here. 58K, I believe. That's a long race. 2,000 folks come from across the globe to ski this thing . . . which happens to cross the river just off our property. It's fun to watch. Skier after skier huffing and gliding down the hill, across the frozen ice, then up the far hill to the finish line.

My kids wanted to get a closer look, so they skied down to the river's edge.

My people cat went too.

My people cat watched for a while, then it became too much. That dumb thing raced onto the ice and back and forthed as exhausted skiers from Norway whisked down the hill, then bit it to avoid the dumb cat. 

That's the thing about people cats. Even if you hate'm, it's really hard to resign yourself to running them over. 

So to the fifteen or twenty skiers who lost the race because of my cat, I apologize. Though it was really fun to watch.