In the Pink

Did it? What would you call that -- first-degree catricide?

Heh.

So I confess -- if curiosity were to kill cats willy-nilly, and at random, I'd be six feet under about a thousand times by now. It bugs me like mad that there are people out there reading the scribbles that I publish here on a daily basis, and that they lurk. I wish that the Cage had some kind of tracking mechanism, so that I could see which people were reading me. Just to say hello, you understand. To give a friendly wave and shout "hi!"

I'm polite that way. And chummy. Really.

Sometimes, people do say hi -- by commenting or "liking". I appreciate that my posts are not to the taste of everyone who likes reading the blogs available here, mostly because of the language barrier, but partly because -- well, you know. על טעם וריח וכו'...

Either way, I know that there are people out there who prefer to remain anonymous. In the face of no other choice, I respect this, and hope that you can all deal with curiosity eating me alive from the inside. When I post a photo of a shell of a tabby, then you'll know... it finally got to me -- and curiosity fulfilled its mythological expectations.

Have a great week, y'all.