Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Buried-In-Cats Thursday, GN!
A terrible glimpse of the future. Brrr.
Happy Thursday, GN!
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
If only Sven had taught the cats how to use the can opener…
Hi Paddy. There’s only one problem with your suggestion: you can’t teach cats to do anything,
True story: I grew up with dogs, Mrs. Paddy grew up with cats, so when we got married, we got a cat. One morning Mrs. Paddy walked into the room where the cat and I were playing with a ping-pong ball. I’d roll the ball, the cat would chase it, and bring it back to me. When she asked what we were doing, I said I’m teaching the cat to fetch. She replied, “Cats don’t fetch.” The cat and I both looked up at her, neither one of us knowing this fact, the cat looked back at me, and never, ever played fetch again.
That is so cat.
A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I was struggling with casting a vote for an office in my professional organization due to one candidate’s obvious left-leaning activities. I ended up for voting for her opponent, who won handily.
I’m still not comfortable with my decision, which was based solely on that one thing, but there you go.
I feel confident you did what you thought was best. That is all one can do and more than most will. I have great respect for your wisdom and your integrity. I don’t have much higher praise to give.