In this distanced, digital time, scrolling can help. Scrolling can also hurt. But strolling — strolling is always a good idea.
Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. We have a choice in how we’ll be changed.
Do not adjust your monitors. It is not The Holiday Season. This is a legitimate, urgent, bona fide usage of the Emergency Gratuitous Cat Photos System. Circumstances have dictated that we pelt you with pictures immediately. What circumstances? The cats have melted.
If cats were human celebrities,* Wolfie would be Danny DeVito. Divya would be Adele. And Cammi, without doubt, would be Elizabeth Taylor.
I’m sure this occurs to you all the time. In fact, it’s so obvious, it barely merits mention: Cats have a lot in common with the people of the Trobriand Islands.
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.