On This Date

This is what 20 looks like.

Today being September 11, I would like to take a moment to pause and reflect on something that happened 20 years ago today. Yes, I know that "It" happened 14 years ago -- that thing with the planes. But I'm talking about something else, something of little import to anyone but me, which is certainly allowed here, on my blog, since this is, as I just said, my blog, written by me. (That is the best part of having a blog; you should try it.)

So what happened all those years ago, back in Salt Lake City, Utah, was the birth of my cat, Daisy Rouda. She still lives today; were she human, she would be 96. Since the average lifespan of a cat is between 12 to 15 years, the fact that Daisy is still with us is a testament to my loving care and incredible attention to a creature that weighs not quite seven pounds, that cannot talk and yet communicates her every need, that does nothing of value for anyone and still is without a doubt my strongest ally and staunchest supporter.

I would bake her a cake but she doesn't like cake. So to celebrate I gave her and our other cat each an extra half a can of Fancy Feast for breakfast. Lurch gobbled his food voraciously and then promptly threw it all up on the dining room table. Daisy nibbled her portion delicately and then went to a private corner to clean her paws.

She is one classy kitty.