meow

last night i was giddy with a full glass of water from the new brita. brahm (krista's cat, a new addition) was blocking the way to the living room, where joe was tormenting himself with tivo. full of mirth and goodwill, i leaned over to pet said feline, and he looked up at me, eyes closed in anticipatory ecstasy, arching himself closer to my hand. as the body leans, so does the glass in the other hand, and the poor little bugger got a snoot full of cold, filtered water.
awaiting my return home today, sitting on the sill, is one kitty full of hate.