Misadventures in Blissville

I have a very jittery cat named Little – he’s a sweet nice cat, very affectionate – he grew up with Regan. He loves her. They grew up together. I remember I was talking to somebody at my old job and she said, “as soon as we had a baby, we got rid of the cat” and I’m like, “why?” I love animals. I’m an animal lover. Little is jittery, though – if I put my hand on a broom to sweep the floor, he runs like a psycho out of the room. Cats hate brooms. It’s like genetic memory, racial memory – memories of Tom from Tom & Jerry getting beaten with a broom by the maid.