My crazy cat lady confession: I love fishy cat breath. It’s the wee hours of the morning. I’m asleep. And dreaming. In my dream, I’m standing at the fish counter in the grocery store. How about a pound of wild Atlantic salmon? Perhaps a bag of fresh mussels? Shrimp cocktail is always a hit. I’d reach for my wallet, but I’m not wearing pants… I awaken suddenly, marveling at the ludicrousness of my seafood sodden midnight stroll. I don’t marvel long. There’s a cat breathing in my face.