FYI: My favorite color is purple.

Tonight I was in the bathroom — OK, I was peeing — and Nora walked in, got all catlike around my legs, and sat down, watching me.

"Let's have a conversation," I said. "Tell me about you."

She stared.

"What's your favorite color?"

She kept staring. (And yes, I am aware I was having this conversation with a cat. I am that person. And I bet that if you've ever had a pet, any pet, you've been that person too. When I was in college, I discovered, based on a pattern of enthusiastic tail-wagging or lackluster or nonexistent tail-wagging, our beloved Bichon Frisé's favorite colors. He liked: purple, pink, yellow, and blue. He did not like: orange and brown. He could was neither here nor there on: green.)

"Tell me, NoraBanks, what's your favorite song?"

More staring.

"I'd like to know: Where's the most interesting place you've ever been?"

She blinked, got up, walked over to the bathtub, sat down, and looked at me again.

"The bathtub?"

When I said it, I realize I'd taken a whole "You love Chuck Bass?" judgmental Dan Humphrey tone. Nora looked a bit insulted, so she left. I would have been insulted too. Dan can be kind of a dick. And Blair really loves Chuck Bass. So.

And right there, I realized that my cat being in love with the bathtub and Blair Waldorf being in love with Chuck Bass and me being in love with Gossip Girl were all teaching me to not be judgmental of people for loving who and what they love. See? I was tying in a real-life lesson during the course of a pee based on both my feline and terrifically fictional television characters because I love my cat that much and felt bad that I might have insulted her even though she does not speak English but I really think she knows what I'm saying because she's brilliant. Right there, that's what love does to a person.

Anyway, I didn't say that very important real-life lesson was going to stick, because there are folks out there who inexplicably love magicians and mimes and, like, wicker and, you know, Crocs, and I can't help judging those people. But that leads me to another life lesson culled from something I love tremendously — the New York City marathon, which was today: It all takes baby steps.

Can you tell I had nothing to write about today? Coolness. Feel free to use the comments section for thoughts equally random.

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