I think, write and talk a lot about my dog, Bear. But there are two other fur-covered children who live in my house: Nestor and Olive, two of the most spectacular cats to ever walk on this planet. No, I'm not biased. Why do you ask? Nestor licking Olive's ear as if they were in love, just before the daily boxing match ensues. A lot of writers, editors and other creative types are cat people. My favourite illustrator, Edward Gorey, was one. His beloved cats wandered throughout his home and studio, some draping themselves over his shoulders like affectionate stoles as he worked. You can see their influence in his work: clever felines feature prominently in many of his stories. Granted, Gorey was a guy, so he doesn't qualify as a crazy cat lady. But there are plenty of famous cat lovers on both sides of the gender divide, including Marie-Antoinette, Winston Churchill, Freddy Mercury and Katy Perry (who introduced the world to her equally famous feline, Kitty Purry). I think the definition is broad enough to include anyone who has more than a polite pair of housecats and isn't afraid to admit it in public. (Fortunately, I seem to fall on the not-quite-crazy-but-teetering-on-the-precipice side of the equation.) My very dear friend Olivia is a self-described cat lady. And she does fall into the more-than-two-is-nuts category of cat ownership. Whenever we meet up for dinner and a catchup, there's inevitably a portion of our table-talk devoted to the lives of our beloved felines. There's an exchange of concerned questions about food, grooming habits, sleep patterns and, best of all, hilarious foibles. It's often the most entertaining part of the evening. I was delighted when I recently read Olivia's manifesto "In Defence of Crazy Cat Ladies" in the October 2013 issue of Elle Canada. It's a great read for anyone who's ever had maybe one too many cats. Though, really, is there such a thing as too many cats?