Sunday night my brother and his fiance' had to put down his cat, Rudy. Rudy wasn't just any cat. He was a man's cat. He didn't drink from a wussy bowl on the floor. Oh no - only the best for Rudy. He drank from a pitcher on the coffee table. He was the best roommate a human could ask for. When I used to live with my brother (by "lived with", I mean overstayed my welcome and slept on his futon), Rudy would sit patiently until I awoke. Just sit there and stare. Mere centimeters from my face. Very rarely did I awake to his brown eye. That's love and respect. This pitcher is to you, bud!
