Jordy speaks. I have no idea what he is saying, but he is one of the best cats in the cattery. Check him out.
This morning I have barely any idea what I am thinking. Such is one of the sometimes features of a down cycle. That and I don’t want to leave the house. Maybe it will fade as the day goes by? That would be nice. Sometimes it does fade. But this one is deep. C’est la vie, non? I’d best post this and move along, before this blog becomes more of a confessional than it already is. Not that there is anything wrong with that. There’s not. On a day like today I can find something wrong with most anything. Imagine that. Maybe it won’t become a confessional after all. Whatever. I do deeply hope that I have more to say soon. Honestly, the emotional stuff stemming from the shelter scandal of a few weeks ago has caught up with me. I hope that them folks who puffed up a balloon full of evidence realize someday that their little actions became way big, but that doesn’t mean that veracity was on their side (and maybe it was?). Not actually. It was something else.
Meow. That’s what Jordy was saying! Yup. I love that cat.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.