If you have not been hiding inside a tree or running for President, you are aware: Pope Francis is in da house. No, not Tabby’s Place, alas. But, as I type these words, the Pope is a mere hundred miles from Ringoes, NJ, and he’s got us having all kinds of papal fun-cio.
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
I’m sure this never happens to you. But sometimes, some humans let their mouths and their egos outrun their smarts and their sanity. Believe it or not, some cats do the same thing.
When words are few and hearts raw, God provides. This week, provision came in the form of letters from little people.