Walk taken, clothes hung, chicken waterer soaking with detergent and bleach.
A bright, brilliant morning and Jack The Miracle Cat appears to be exactly as he has always been, absolutely no signs of any sort of deprivation I can see, whether of the physical or emotional type.
I swear to you, I will never understand why that cat isn't dead, much less why he seems to be so absolutely unaffected.
Do I have that many mice?
Well. Maybe I used to.
Not any more.