He has his good moments, too.

Reynaldo, I mean. Yes, he's a nutball feline. Yes, he's destructive. Yes, he's hyper. Yes, he's manic. But he's also affectionate and happy. He loves me and the other two cats and he fills our little home with activity and joy.

Like today. I don't interfere with the cats' toys, except to toss them back into the toy box on those rare occasions that they get in the way of my vacuuming. Yet somehow today, Rey has dug out his old Christmas themed catnip toy, all on his own, and is merrily singing and batting it about. It's as though he knows it Christmastime.