Reading Rose is Rose this week (yes, I read that. go ahead and laugh.), I am reminded just how much I am not a cat person. There is a running joke about trying to sit in a favorite chair and finding the cat in in everytime. Well, if I were in a household with a cat and wanted to sit in my favorite chair (and apparerntly didn't mind getting covered with hair) and found the cat sitting on it....I'd pick up the cat and toss the darn thing off. None of this patiently waiting around crap. What the hell is that?