One of the peaceful undercurrents of my domesticity is a subtle, unmentioned competitors in between my child, Sam, and me over which people relates finest to animals. Mostly, naturally, this contest centres on our 2 cats, Tiger and Lucky. We stand in the cooking area, waiting to see which among us the cats will gravitate towards to be able to claim, “They love me more! I’m the Cat Whisperer!” My child, Rachel, believes this behaviour is worthless. My spouse, Nicola, simply neglects it. So much of my discussion with Sam focuses on Tiger and Lucky that Nicola is required to tune it out or she’d never ever get anything done.
Sometimes, the competition broadens to consist of other cats. When we were on vacation in Lanzarote,