Let it be known that I am not, in fact, a cat person.
This is Dana, the cat that came as a package deal with my husband, P-Dog (as my friends like to call him for shorthand). Don’t let the innocent face fool you. When I first met Dana she was, in short, a shrew. My nickname for her was “Demon Cat” because of her penchant for nipping a pound of flesh when you showed her any attention. Since then we have come to an uneasy truce. While we get along, for the most part, I still guard my flesh.