A cat named Bucket lives in my house. He is named after the device used to rescue him from a near death encounter with an apartment manager. Saved by a painter with a large, empty paint bucket, he came into our home like a marauding invader, taking every heart by storm, battling back our doubts, and snuggling into his bucket for naps during the first week with us. Because of his quirky beginnings, he developed personality traits that continue to annoy, charm, and entertain us. He chatters constantly, telling us of his day when we return home. He plays with shadows on the wall. He dashes from o

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