Anyone who reads this blog knows that Webster is my sun and stars.
Today the light has gone dark.
Anyone who reads this blog knows that Webster is my sun and stars.
Today the light has gone dark.
Good boy. Goooooood boy. You’re my gooboy.
Why do we say this to our cats constantly? What makes them so praiseworthy when they’re eating or staring at us or just being happy?
Whoever they are and whatever they’ve been through, cats don’t do “pretentious.”
Felines simply don’t find it worth their time to say “the ramifications and consequences may be salutary” when they could say “it’ll be fine.” They have no need or desire to impress you with their erudition learnin’. They are what they are: take them or leave them.
In other words, cats are not like grad students, bloggers or Piers Morgan. They were born — blessed? — without the need to impress.
It’s a long way from Tabby’s Place to the Garlic Capital of the World. And that’s sad.
But, despite the 2,952 miles between us, the cats have a grade-A angel in Gilroy, CA.