As John Denver once sang it, “Some Days Are Diamonds, Some Days Are Stones.” Yesterday, when I should have been writing and scheduling-for-post yet one more ‘something’ incredibly profound in concept . . . well, I was busy because “Some Days Are Diamonds” you know — definable as days wherein, after a 20 mile morning bike ride in the shadow of the Rocky Mountain Front Range, the singly most important thing left to do is to snap a random photo of Shadow (the most fab cat that’s ever been!) and Tootsie (a next-door cat-world Newbie . . . not immediately related to Shadow, but . . . well, you know)!
Anyway, here’s yesterday’s most glowing moment, digitally expressed:
Imagine it: a cats-only world! A world governed only with cool intelligences, a world with no REPUBLICANS! ! — a world in which even a little three-month-old kitty named Tootsie OBVIOUSLY has more upstairs than any dozen Mitch McConnell black holes could ever have — a world in which, were it to ever accept and employ any sense of genuine and eternal JUSTICE, Shadow would be our POTUS!).