Once again, I’m allowing myself a post
that celebrates my cats, with your indulgence. It helps that the goofy
celebration of Purim is around the corner. π
A few years
ago, a friend who is not a feline fancier, asked me if having my cats makes moments
of defeat better tolerated.
I remember my
answer, which stands to this day. “They make EVERYTHING better.” π»
{All right. Maybe
first-drafting, with their playful paws trying to catch my typing fingers, is
the exception}
So, I owe them. πΌπΊπ»
The curly font
(sorry if it’s not fun to read) reflects their sensibilities. They insisted I
use it here.
π±π±π±


