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My 12-year-old cat, Matisse, has lived in nine apartments across five U.S. cities. Through feast and famine, she’s been the one source of stability in my adult life. My phone’s photo app reminds me that whether one, three, or seven years ago, I could be found taking photos of Matisse daily, putting her in holiday costumes, waking her up from her naps, and cuddling on furniture owned and discarded.
The Korean immigrant in me, who was taught to value frugality and human needs first, feels queasy about the extravagance I give a little cat I picked up at the SPCA…

Cats are assholes, and I’ll never change my mind about that. They use their piercing eyes to see into your mind, purely to calculate ways to irritate you at the worst moment.
While I have always felt this way, my boyfriend comes from a cat family, through and through.
To give you a better idea of what I mean: While on a holiday hometown visit one year, his parents did a show-and-tell of their cremated cat closet. I think there were 10 boxes of ashes, but I lost count after the first few.
This is when I realized that there…

Not many people can say they’ve come within a whisker of $100 million, but that’s my claim to fame right now. Five years ago, I was known as the goofball who thought there was money to be made by disrupting the kitty litter industry. Now I’m known as the goofball who lost a fortune when someone else turned that much-derided idea into a lucrative business.
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It was just another forgettable shelter-in-place Wednesday when an ex-girlfriend called me out of the…

Window dressings for Prada and Yves Saint Laurent aren’t usually neighbors with kittens and puppies available for adoption — unless it’s Christmas in San Francisco. For the last 31 years, the San Francisco Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SF SPCA) has partnered with Macy’s in Union Square to match happy holiday shoppers with the newest member of their family.
Six brightly lit windows hold pairs of kittens, puppies and smaller adult cats and dogs. …

Sometimes it seems like San Francisco is going to the dogs. Dog lovers parade their precious pets all over the city. There are corgi meet-ups at the beach, Pet Pride Day at Golden Gate Park, the Dog Days of Summer at AT&T Park and Strut Your Mutt at Treasure Island. With all the focus on these canine comrades, what in the world are cat lovers to do?
Never fear! Even though it seems like our feline friends are left out of the mix, there are a lot of places where you can go to get your kitty fix.

A few months ago, in the midst of a difficult breakup, I did what any emotionally stable, newly single girl in my situation normally does: I marched over to the animal shelter and adopted a cat. I could no longer avoid the truth: I was to become, at some point or another, a crazy cat lady. (I just didn’t think it would happen this early in my 20s.)
Margot was only two months old when I adopted her, and she had the energy of a freshly awoken three-year-old on espresso. She would chase her own shadow around the apartment, pounce…
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