There are things in this world you just don't expect. Free lunches. The comb-overs of old high school buddies. Chicken fries. And then there are confluences that beggar the imagination. It's why god gave us Jung and synchronicity. I will stop one of three and force my tale upon you.
Months ago, I was surfing around games sites. In one lil' independent shop, I came across Cats: A Small Game about Small Heroes (inside, it says that it's a game to help you tell stories about cats. Right. Who needs that? But the next line is something about cats saving people. Ah). It took me months--and an email to the author--to find the link back there so's I could buy it for D. And, by extension, Jake and Quercus (whose pictures are all over the pictures pages, though I might post another one or two later). Yesterday, the slim, amusing volume arrived. Oh, heppy day. And then, moments ago, I'm skimming through Language Log (because I like linguists), and came across this post about cat-speak which linked to this Wikipedia (which compounds cats and l33t) (!) article. I used to think I was a friend to cats. Oh, my, no. I am. . . inadequate.
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