Sneakers has continued his rain of terror and my father has dutifully cleaned up piles of clothing left out so Sneakers upped his game.  This morning he lept on my father’s bed, meowed waking my dad, and when my dad reached out to pet him, peed on the comforter.

Me: So, are you mad at him?
Dad: Not really.  More jealous.
Me: Jealous?
Dad: Yeah, I can’t get away peeing everywhere like he does and at my age, I wish I could make a stream like he does.

Ah, the human prostate, nature’s timebomb.