For the past six years I have thought that I owned two cats. This week I have realized that they are actually dogs. Amos has turned into a lap dog, that whines and complains unless he is sitting on my lap, sprawled over whatever book or project I am working on. Annie is a watchdog. She stands at attention with her front paws on the windowsill watching for any intruders into our backyard. If she sees anything, she runs from window to window growling. Did I say she runs? I meant she lumbers. Thump thump thump thump thump thump. No stealth at all. Where did my cats go? Will they return the animals I used to know that slept on the bed all day, or moved from sunbeam to sunbeam chasing the endless nap?