That which is housetrained, I am wont to love. Even though he's done much to deny it, Glenn Reynolds has gone catblogging. Why miss out? This is my sister's cat, Steve, taken from my March visit to her's and her husband's house in Maryland. Cat and sister met when Steve — barely weaned, alone and feral — began hanging around outside the school at which my sister worked. Students had been feeding the scrawny thing, then in the dead of winter; someone gave the resident feline a cardboard box lean-to but as a snowstorm approached, my sister's good nature got the better of her and she adopted the poor wretch before subfreezing temperatures came.
Steve's a good, affectionate cat — even if some of her days out in the open follow her, and you can't snuggle her as much as you might a truly domesticated pet. (Yes, "her," and it's a long story as to why.) Besides, Steve's hunter instinct brings conquerer's moments that only storytellers and digital cameras can relate to children and grandchildren:
"First, the Lord made the beast known as Dog. Then, dissatisfied, He made Cat." I wish they hadn't cut that line out of the King James.