Oh, and even though I'm about 90% sure they were identified as biologically XY by the Trap-Neuter-Release folks who snipped them, and I'm sure I've mentioned this several times, Olive's new Food Guy still absolutely persists on calling them a "her."

Which is hilarious because I had called her Olivia prior to her snippage too! So... yeah, even our kittens turn out trans. :D :D :D Guess that settles that I go back to calling her Olivia! Although he just calls her Wilykit and her brother Wilykat apparently. :D

You hear that, Spike? I didn't forget what you taught me! I raised my kids right!

(Spike was a transmale housecat I met at a lesbian-owned bookstore in Cambridge, MA. Spike's owners described him as a "gender warrior." Spike was a judo master. This is not even my only story about Spike. Spike was a great cat, the third greatest cat I've met outside of Clan Shadow. The second was the late and much-missed Ginger, who taught me that head-chewing is a valid from of affection. The greatest of all, Seraph, is a story for another day.)