Cats. Gotta love ’em. Or so they say. But do we? Do we really? I suppose we do. I mean look at the ne’er do well. What’s not to love? Ok. Well, don’t even get me started on that topic. Today as I was going about my chores, I was thinking of the oft-conflicted relationships we nurture with the fellow creatures who share our personal world, and sometimes our homes, and I wanted to tell you all the grand revelation I discovered about myself. Cleaning cat litter is like going on a demented treasure hunt for a sick, twisted prize you don’t even want to find, let alone keep. And yet. I keep going on this warped, nauseating quest religiously day after day, usually more than once a day. That pretty much sums up my love-hate relationship with my cats. Hmmm. Now that I think about it, the same could be said for my children.