I fondly remember the day my roommate approached me with tears streaming down her face because my cat had been peeing all over her stuff. At first I found it funny, but when I saw how much it upset her, I realized I was mistaken and that it wasn’t funny at all. It was downright hysterical. I started crying as well. My tears were a combination of pride at my good little kitty, and from laughing so hard that my tear ducts realistically had no chance at all at containing my salty droplets of joy. I was able to relate to my cat as the urge I felt at that moment to draw this cartoon must have been the same urge that my precious little kitty had to pee in her boots.