My friends think I visit them because I want to chat and drink coffee or play Scrabble...but my ulterior motive has four legs and whiskers. Here are just a few of my favorite cats-that-are-not-mine-but-I'd-like-to-catnap.
Gorilla owns my friend Katy. He is a giant roly-poly slug of a lover.
Tate owns my friend Adrienne. He's a huge, handsome Tom with a chatty mouth.
What can I say about Frances? She owns my friend Marina and basically everyone/everything else.