Bear with me.
There's gonna be a while lot of cuteness going on here, like this one:
Tonight the kitten was attacking a spot of sunlight on the kitchen floor. (Sounds like the name of an Edward Hopper painting.)
How can you not fall in love with the simple joy in that?
Okay, I realize you could argue that the spot of sunlight is, to the kitten, something upon which to prey, kill & devour, but then again....
We are domesticated.
Plenty of kibble in the bowl.
It was sunlight, Friday, late afternoon.
It was joy.