Don't get me wrong. I think they're beautiful, but with the exception of my dear friend Lynn's cats (who are really more like miniature people with defined food tastes), I've never really cared much for the feline branch of petdom.
But I've made another exception. His name is Coy.
This is our neighbor's cat. He talks. And makes eye contact. And bats the back of my feet to get me to play with him. Or pick him up, he's happy either way.
Coy is particularly frisky when the air turns cool. So he came over to inspect me while I decorated the front porch. And then he decided my camera was pretty darn interesting, especially the lens caps swinging down.