I have a confession. For as long as I can remember, I have hated cats. Detested them.
I avoided them. Shooed them. Thought they were sneaky, nasty creatures … until I met Madeleine.
And now I love cats.
Madeleine adopted us when she was just 6 months old. She wandered into our garage and won’t leave. I chased her out. I locked her out. But she wouldn’t leave.
Don’t laugh at me … but I think God thought I needed a kitten. So he dropped one on my doorstep.
I adore her.
And I do admit, she owns me.
And our house.
Who owns you?