Stranger? How long has it been since you looked at a kitten and cried a single tear of existential despair? Well, that’s been too long!
No, we are not a happy kitten. No element of our existence is pleasant. Firstly, we have something very much like measles, or possibly chicken pox, or some other pox. Kitten pox. It’s an interesting, mathematically-precise version of measles, where each spot is precisely placed to maximize skin saturation. This is irritating, but probably not as bad as the deep well of kitten angst.
Kitten angst: Scourge of the 21st century. I think someone took her stick. Possibly it was a fish on a stick, possibly a flag for the great kitten nation (the parliamentary sessions kept getting disrupted by a laser pointer. Otherwise, it was great, really.)
I’m just going to stand here between the pots, and hope nobody sees me. Maybe I’ll pretend to be a pot, an empty vessel. I’m halfway there now. Empty. So empty.
Goodwill on South Lamar and Manchaca, Austin