viva la meowvolucion
Liza and the kids are in Ukraine for a few weeks; for various reasons, I didn’t go. But that’s not important right now.
The cats have begun an armed insurrection. They refused all forms of canned food yesterday. This morning one of them whizzed on the laundry basket, and just a few minutes ago, Fuzzy tripped me at the top of the stairs. I caught myself, but barely. As I type this, Griz and Red are whispering to each other in the corner and giving me some serious side-eye. I’ve got a large pillow by my side and I’m ready to use it.
If this is my last post, know that I fought valiantly; that I went down swinging.