Almost Daily Cat Haiku

Good morning, my friends and family. I do apologize, the picture is a little dark, but it was nap-time and flash photography was strictly verboten. It is uncommon for them all to gather like this, even less so under sufficient lighting. I’ll take what I can get.

As many of you are well aware, it has been gross outside these last many days. The heat and humidity have taken a step or two past oppressive into the heart of unbearable. Well, now Canada is on fire again (or is it “still”?) and it is grosser. One might even say it is yucky. I would think that forest fires would smell better. Campfires smell nice. And like campfires, forests are made of wood. But no. It smells like a flaming dumpster outside right now. Not the metaphoric dumpster fire that is much of our current events. No, it smells like actual garbage set ablaze. Like a giant plastic bag full of disposable diapers and moldy fast-food containers, dipped in kerosene and lit from afar with a roman candle.

Super gross.

Well, I guess that means no yardwork today. It also means no open windows, which means no catio access. And there will be several cats who need consoling in this time of need. I better get a good armchair and ready my lap. I have my work cut out for me today.

Oh. And don’t forget, it’s Thursday. Take the garbage out. But do it quick. Maybe hold your breath.