My parents have a very small, very cute cat named Lily. She loves to get into everything and follows Big Dad everywhere. Seriously. When he is not home she drags an old piece of rope around and wails for him until he comes through the door. Until Princess Pea was born last year that cat was his grandchild. Once when I was messaging Spart on the computer I accidentally typed “the vat” instead of “the cat” and it totally stuck. It just suits her, she is a vat. My dad got her the summer before I got married which was also the last summer I spent living at home. At…