Confession: I have been reluctant to discuss our cats on this blog because it would mean admitting to the world at large exactly how many cats we have. It's not that we have a house-load or anything. You're not going to see us on the news for having a hundred cats that we can't take care of. It's just that, by having the number of cats that we do (see, I avoided it again!), we are inching towards-- if not well into-- that realm of "cat people." You know who I'm talking about. People who have Christmas cards printed up, with pictures of themselves and their nine cats around them. People who take their cats to the drive-through at McDonalds. People who tell stories-- LOTS of stories-- about their cats. Those are cat people. So, I've been reluctant to discuss our cats on this blog. However (comma), now that Luke is in the picture (click here), our cats may at some point crop up in conversation. So I'll say it: we have three cats. Edgar, Amos, and Lydia. Try not to whisper to one another behind our backs.

After years of wanting a dog, John and I finally bit the bullet and got one. This is Luke. He's a 1.5 year old Lab/Rhodesian Ridgeback mix. The cats are still unsure of him (they seem to want to attack him), so I think progress will be slow in that department. Otherwise he is happy and healthy and fitting in well.