This sums it all up. I am tired of explaining what blue looks like to the brainwashed and blind. It’s exhausting,
Hope your Caturday didn’t involve a beagle who won’t stop barking. If the neighborhood cats got a hold of him, they’d find out some humans hiss too. 😉
Still feeling like I’m not myself (I’m not), but I am desperately searching for inspiration. There isn’t a lot that moves me, but honoring Golda Meir will always be on the list. The world at large could use more women like her.
One tried to throw me out of bed this morning by jumping on my head and then marking my entire body, as though I am the official leader of the cat pack. The other one ignores me, unless I come bearing treats. I’m still wearing her scars from a few weeks back. It’s easy to tell which one appreciates me the most. 😉
Full credit goes to the artist.
We all deserve the chance to heal; it is not something special reserved only for certain people. If you’re feeling alone in all this, you aren’t.