two lesbians and three pussies

As previously mentioned, we have three cats. THREE. Our cats not only out-number us, but also our bedrooms, bathrooms, litter boxes and laps. They even outnumber us in the pussy department!

Before going any further, I really must take complete responsibility for the cat indulgence. In order to prevent the inevitable (my gf's family giving her an orange cat, which just wouldn't go with my mostly black wardrobe), I thought I would take preventative methods and suggest we pick out A cat together (black - to match my clothes). Let's call my gf The Red Carpet (RC). I had RC in the human society and walking out the door with two cardboard boxes within hours of deciding to get a cat. This rash decision was followed by such a quick Canadian Tire run, that I'm still not certain if we paid for the plethora of highly necessary cat related items.

These were the rules for reluctant cat ownership in my home:

• no cats in the bed
• no cats on my clean/work clothes
• no cats in the bathroom or spare room
• no cats on the table

Within days, I had turned into one of "those people." I had a facebook album devoted to them, our conversation revolved completely around "the boys," I slept with both of them every night, found it ADORABLE that they liked to jump in the shower with me, immediately sat on the floor and cuddled them when getting home from work etc etc. Even worse, I found myself carrying one around like a baby and singing to him while doing household chores. I just couldn't stop myself!

And it wasn't enough. Either something biological was going on, or I was making up for lost lesbian time and REALLY settling into the role. Somehow, I convinced RC that we needed a third cat. Within a week, we had our third. Ahhhhh......I finally felt satisfied.

Or do I? The question is: will three remain enough or am I just going to have to admit that I'm ready for soft lights, Barry White, satin sheets, my woman in a baby doll and a turkey baster?