So this happened today and it made me much sadder than breaking a bowl should have done. It’s just that I’ve had this bowl for so long and it’s been at times a water bowl, at other times a food dish, for the cats. Since way before I even had my present threesome, so it’s gone through two generations.

At the time I was still recovering from my hysterectomy over Christmas-New Year 1999-2000 and Pablo had gone away on a trip to Portugal… and he brought this back for me. Because, cats. Then this morning Morcilla lept off her little table and knocked the bowl off and… smash! Dammit.