One of my favorite blog-writers Eleanor has just commented, on yesterday’s “P-r-r-t-y” post, that she started out feeling like she might have been a “bit strange” for talking to her cats.
See her excellent loveable blog, especially the yoga post:
I replied that I myself was leaning into my strangeness.
So right now I feel the need to do a little more of that. Even though it’s Martin Luther King Day. I can’t take too much of this milk-of-human-kindness stuff. I feel like it’s poisoning my internal rejecting object.
So here’s a Strange Cat-Person Item. I’ll call this “No. One” because I have a hunch more like this may follow.
Strange enough for you?
“Ooo. Strange. Where’s the exit?”