An Exceptional Cat
Camembert (Cammie), Known Angel Lauren and I have been together for more than 10 years now. Her cats, Cammie and her brother Whit, were there from the beginning. I grew up in a household that only ever knew dogs. I didn’t outright dislike cats, but I did dislike the idea of an animal that had to relieve itself indoors and that relied on someone to clean the litter box, daily. One of the first substantial disagreements Lauren and I had was early on, when I said that I couldn’t possibly live in a house with cats. On that, I did more than relent. I came to dote on Cammie. I fixed up the extra blanket on our bed that she liked to sleep on, every night. (She liked to dig her way under it during the day, so it was always mussed up and needed rearranging.) I delivered her small plates of freshly chopped chicken whenever I was cooking some for the dog. (Among the few times she was vocal was whenever she saw me carrying one of those small plates.) If I was playing a computer game and she came i