“For myself, I want no advantage over my fellow man, and if he is weaker than I, all the more is it my duty to help him.” —Eugene V. Debs
Monday, October 26, 2015
Our cat shits like a superhero
While Toby was dying, the catbox testified: his food flowed through him like sewage. Now Barnabas is the only user of the box, and his turds are tiny bullets. Barnabas lived in the wild before we took him in. Though he is fat now, his guts have kept a wild creature's efficiency: what can be used, will be used. He shits like Superman. His waste is nothing but lead and kryptonite.