Yes, so much this! The Pixar-millennials and Netflix-snobs who trashed this film because they couldn’t process cat-people with human hands don’t understand the heart and soul of the psychedelic British musical, and perhaps never will.

Took the family to see Cats this past weekend — our first family movie outing ever, the twins are 5 — and we, correction, I loved it.

I kid you not, John … that same hipster couple was there, LOL-ing during Judy Dench’s final Trafalgar Square number. I hated them so much.

Becca, Wyatt, Sally — I hope you go see it, if you haven’t yet.

I express myself mostly in poems these days, so I wrote this rhyme, the morning before we went to the show