Cats understand tragedy. Like when the fountain you've drunk from for years suddenly, spontaneously implodes. And there goes the only source of fresh water in your life. Other than the toilet. Which the humans continuously defile in their obvious lack of good hygiene. Disgusting. Or the water dish. But the dog drinks from that. Equally disgusting.
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