Spouse thinks I'm home alone but he doesn't realize I have "helpers" around me all day long. I can't open a cupboard door or drawer, place a box on the floor, or pull out a paper sack, without having a bright-eyed, whiskered, furry face ready to help with any task. Just look at Elliot perched on this computer desk. He's ready to walk across the keyboard and add his commentary to everything I attempt to type. He's quite willing to act as a fluffy paperweight for my ever growing stack of printed clutter. As inconvenient as it might be at times to have felines at every turn, I love them all unconditionally. They return that love and provide an endless source of entertainment.