For the last few months we've noticed one of the furry menaces -- D'Artagnan -- had taken to spending innumerable hours in the bathroom, staring at the faucet.  So today while he was engaging in this... er... ritual, Robert interpreted it.  "Primitive cultures worship what they're afraid of.  Cats are afraid of water."

Indeed.  So clear.  What made it even more so was the look he shot us over his shoulder when Robert said that.  "Shut up!  Do you want to anger IT?"

I fully expect to find a propitiatory moth in the bathtub come morning.

Until then I leave you with a picture of the cult leader -- well, he would be one, of course, if the other cats would join. (Oh, wait.  Cats.  Join.  What am I saying?) -- of the Stuffed Animals (No?  You should see him go at tuna) Ascendant worshiping the great and unfathomable water divinity.  If you look closely, you can see the glowing red eyes.