Is it just me, or has this whole pandemic made you feel like a Jane Austen character? Instead of starting emails with “As per our earlier conversation…” or “Whatsup dog?,” I’m greeting friends and donors and assorted associates with, “How fare ye and thy kindred during this time of pestilence? Verily I hope thy parents […]
I don’t know….would you want to go back to start this year over? Sure would be nice to never have heard the words “COVID-19,” or “social distancing,” or “stay at home,”, “face masks.” And the last few weeks? Well, that’s a blog for another forum, not here, not by me.
Despite the fact that they’ve successfully taken over the internet, cats are Luddites at heart. Don’t believe me? Well, have you ever read a single tweet by President Olive Rosenberg?
Public service announcement: Always speak the sweetness. Even if you’re nervous. Especially then.
We’re making it through the pestilence. We survived the murder hornets. Then the locusts came. The weeping cities and burning hearts. And now, as a treat, earthquakes, tropical storms, and, locally, hailstones the size of moons.
What shall we be scared of today, kittens? I know, I know! Let’s go with “being changed.”
The world hurts. Our cities are weeping. Pestilence is leaping from land to land. We are entirely too separate from one another.
Cats are exquisitely skilled creatures. They are gifted at acquiring fish mush and veneration. They are talented at adapting to change. But they are arguably at their best when finding nooks.*