Dammit Janet has now been joined by Martini, a jumpy gray cat who was evicted from her owner’s apartment. We’ve taken her in “temporarily,” but who knows what that means. Tini might be here longer than me, since my current life plan extends just a few weeks into the future. Anyway, the cats. I try to keep them out of my room, but the second I open the door they both sneak in and bolt for the closet to examine my shoes. I spend a lot of my time saying to animals what I often wish I could say to most of the men in my life: Come out of the closet! It never works.