Meow, Weird

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

What’s up? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cat got your tongue? ¯\_〈〝≖ᴥ≖〉_/¯

How inconsiderate of him. 〈=^ェ^=〉

Slowly pry it free and let him outside. ヾ(´≈｀)ﾉ

The patch of grass under the elm tree makes for a much better litter box anyhow. (^◡^)

Hello again. O/

Pardon the above lines. Anytime you bring a cat into anything… things get weird.

Every adventure of Alice’s, for instance.

Before the white rabbit ran by her cat daydreamed by her side.

Before she walked through the looking glass, she played chess with her kitten.

Comfortable or curious a cat always brings a space for The Weird.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with a little weird now and then.

After all:
All great people are always weird people; but all weird people aren’t always great people.

Ghost Public Service Announcement (GPSA): Love a cat if you feel so inclined, just be aware every cat is an unlocked door to The Weird.

That out of the way, how’s the day?

Comfortable with a slight tinge of weird in the air here.

Think that often pregnant cat loitered outback last night.

Often extra baby weirds brewing in her belly.

Hope all goes steadfast-reliably well for you today.

Abe does, too.

Loyal, dependable, never weird that’s a dog.

Abe sniffs the backyard more than usual this morning.

That fact and the rhythm of the morning journal are solid evidence a feline is afoot.

Fair or foul a feline is always loyally-dependably weird.

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Take care, be as weird as you want to be (safety first, of course), and meow-meow purr a better day.