That title isn’t exactly accurate. Geriatric throw-downs, plural, endless in plurality, would be more like it.
Cats (feline) are not the only cats (hep) to have moved in our recent mass of motion. We have been hustling humans all about the sanctuary, too.
Lyrical gangsta and all-around awesome human Albert Schweitzer supposedly said the following: “There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”
2016 was a doer of some dastardly deeds. The New Year is still nearly formless and void. But a very good spirit is hovering over the waters here. It is the spirit…of birthday cake.
To state the obvious: this has been a brutal season for bleeding hearts. If you’re feeling a bit bloodied by it all, this post is for you.
Many people would benefit from your freaking out right now. The cats are not among those people.
Now this is just ridiculous. People seeking the highest office in the land may call each other losers and liars, but even they have the good sense not to excrete upon their opponents. Cats have no such decorum.
OK, God and humanity and felinity and the universe. You’ve got me convinced: The best things come unbidden.