Yesterday we celebrated a life shorter but sweeter than anyone wished or expected. Today, we meet another cat eviscerating expectations, Arizona-style.
There’s a sense in which you’re about to read a jeremiad. Not the sense in which the word is usually defined. (Why would we do that?) No: we’re talking about slapping together Jeremy the cat with The Iliad.
If you’re reading this post, you’re doing July right. Before you can properly celebrate Independence Day, Bastille Day, and Tapioca Pudding Day, you must know how the cats spent all the days of June.