Dog-like cats

Each of my felines has a canine tendency. It's quite amusing. Siobhán wags her tail. No really. Whenever she's being petted, there goes the tail, back and forth and back and forth. Not a cat tail-twitch, an honest to goodness wag. Róisín must be by my side at all times. She's always underfoot. If I'm on the bed, she's on the bed, climbing over and on top of me to get petted.

And Robin . . . well, Robin will eat anything. This is the cat that likes to snack on raw egg noodles. Just today, I stuck my finger in the canned tomato soup and held it out to him, to prove to him that just because he heard the sound of the can opener doesn't mean he's getting tuna. He licked all that off and begged for more.

I have strange cats.