“So, where does Buddy keep his water?”

I turned around and he had the cat’s water dish in his hand.

“Oh, just put it by the shredder, that’s where you usually have it.”

“Ok, cause I want to make sure he knows he has water.”

To self, rotten cat. I don’t mean that. Buddy has been a lifesaver for him. One day I came home from work – at 12:30pm – cat is lying on W’s feet in bed.

“Hon, why aren’t you up?”

“Cause Buddy’s on my feet.”

Dear, God, Cat. I thank you.