Addendum.

Since the previous post was drenched in vitriol, I would like to make the following happy observation:

I love the purr of anticipation that rumbles from Sparty’s stomach when I pick him up to place him on the bathroom counter to indulge his (our) water ritual. I love the fascination with which he watches the water pour from the faucet into his plastic cup.

I know I’m a crazy cat lady, but I swear it’s true—cats make you appreciate life on a whole different level.