Rico says, though he loves them, his cats
insist on obeying their primordial
crepuscular (a word
Rico hates having to know) hunting instincts and being fed at some ridiculous hour like 0300...
So, when they, in the inevitable way of animals, go to that
Great Litterbox in the Sky, it's something quiet and that doesn't care when it's fed, like hamsters or goldfish...
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