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We all know cats like to follow their owners. After all, we are their sanitary and meal tickets. A cat looks at a human and sees something between a butler, a chef, and a slightly clumsy roommate who pays the rent. Sometimes when I wake up, get out of bed, or enter a room, Whiskey Kitty runs between my legs and feet jumping up and down. I have to be careful not to trip over her or step on her. She exuberates with such enthusiasm you’d think of Charlie Brown walking into the yard and Snoopy doing his little victory...

Sometimes when I’ve been asleep, busy on the computer, or even watching TV, I’ll suddenly look over and see Whiskey Kitty sitting there in a pose that looks almost… intentional. She’s upright. Back legs stretched out like she’s lounging in a tiny armchair. Front paws crossed like a dignified professor of Cat Studies. And her eyes are locked on me. Not just a glance. A full stare. And not for a second or two either. Sometimes she sits there like that for quite a while, quietly observing me as though she’s taking notes for a documentary called The Strange Habits...

Most mornings, or what most people would call noon, begin the same way in my house. I wake up to the sound of Whiskey Kitty meowing from somewhere nearby like a tiny alarm clock that runs on fur and attitude. From my extensive scientific research, also known as “living with a cat,” I have concluded that this particular meow means one thing: breakfast. Brilliant deduction, right? So I crawl out of bed, still half asleep, and head straight for the food bowl. Whiskey follows like a tiny supervisor making sure I don’t forget the most important task of the day....

Ever since Whiskey Kitty first arrived in my life, she has moved through the house like a tiny striped lightning bolt. When she was a baby, barely bigger than a softball, she had two speeds: fast and faster. She chased everything, investigated everything, and ran through the house like a detective who had just discovered a mysterious crime scene involving yarn. That’s why I started calling her “The Fast and the Curious.” Back then she was into everything. Every corner of the house had to be inspected. Every sound demanded investigation. Every string, ribbon, or imaginary bug on the wall...

Living with a cat is a lot like living with a tiny philosopher who believes the universe revolves around two things: curiosity and timing. Not your timing, of course. Their timing. Whiskey Kitty has made that principle perfectly clear. Like most cats, Whiskey only wants attention when she decides it’s time. If I pick her up during one of her “independent hunter” moods, she slips away like a shadow that suddenly remembered it has other plans. But the moment I sit down to do something important, especially something involving electronics, she appears as though summoned by an invisible signal from...