I thought I raised my kids better...

My daughter, 33, a "victim" of the economy has moved back home. It's a little shocking at first, to have someone who is family but usually a guest now become a fulltime resident. Five weeks into it and I'm used to it now, even enjoying it. She brought two cats with her, both young males: Mr. Kitty who we have nicknamed Boo and Beck who's always carried the nickname Doodoo. She cooks and runs errands, the daughter (remember the cats are male) and we go shopping together.