Do you hate me …

… because, when my cat acted like she was going to try to make a run for it when I opened the front door, I said she was planning an escape from Meowcatraz? Yes? No? Discuss.
(I am giving you an opportunity to comment. Take advantage of it, because, really, who knows when the offer will present itself again.)
Oh, and by the way, I promised you something yesterday, and here it is:

 
So, really, you can’t hate me, even if you want to. You can’t. It’s physically impossible. (Try it, and see! Your spleen will rebel!)
P.S. The bear sculpture at 96th and Broadway is gone. And I’m finding its absence … unbearable.