Okay, everybody, relax your tongue and breathe into your kidneys, I had to watch my cat die at the vet's last night. Renal failure, sack of bones and fur lying quietly on a Ralph Lauren towel (only the best!), the lethal injection, me crying so hard my brains began to liquefy, I think you get the picture. There were no complaints from the menfolk when I crawled into bed at 7 p.m. and didn't get out until 8:30 this morning. As for Kitty, well, what do they say? She has been released.