Back in the day, we had an orange tabby and so did our neighbor. Both Toms. They barely tolerated each other. But in the winter, they would climb the tree next to our house, get up on our roof and each cuddle up on one side of the chimney or the other. One day, a neighbor asked us if the cats on our roof were ceramic. My Mom said no, they're real. The neighbor said, "Oh good. I couldn't imagine who'd keep climbing up on the roof to move them!"

No, but I cannot do anything, so now I am not stressing out about something I cannot change.

Yeah, Rusted ... I find that I have to be careful with my pronunciation ... or is that e-nunciation? ole joyful/filled?/(fuelled?) Oh, well! (not "cistern", please)

Being currently at age 18 - most of it probably transferred during your sojourn in the womb, nicole? ole joyful