Mamacita says: I see no real harm is a cat in the kitchen unless it walks across your plate. Or sheds a lot. Or thinks it’s a human and demands its own place setting and chair, but I can deal with that. As long as it’s sitting in a chair and has its own plate, it keeps its four feet and dander out of mine.
Okay, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration. My cats don’t really have their own place at the table. They may, however, have dainty china bowls with “Diva” written across them in lovely calligraphy.
Don’t get all excited. They were a Big Lots special that year. I ain’t no crazy cat lady.
Legally, I think I’d have to have at least five cats to qualify for that one.
I figure that as long as I still mock people who buy clothing, booties, and prime rib for animals, and give them names like “Mimsy” and “Lord Reginald von Pemberton,” I’m safe.