I hate cats. Every year when my neighbor snowbirds for three months I take her two monsters in. At night I would line up about forty empty plastic soda bottles on the table, counter and shelves. Every morning, they were all on the floor. It was our thing. I also like to watch TV on the floor and one of them would always climb onto my chest, nose to nose. Okay, I secretly enjoyed them but I’d never admit that. Never.