Monday, July 05, 2010
My mistress calmed me, as always, and I decided to watch the fireworks from the Esplanade in Boston rather than create some fireworks of my own. A lazy day makes a lazy cat. Meditation is good.
What does this mean? Have I accepted the Interloper? My mistress, who knows me well, remarked that there could be "setbacks," and "don't everyone get their hopes up." Whatever can she mean?
Everyone went to bed and the orange outrage disappeared into his chambers in the guest room. I continued my snooze. Let's see what the morrow brings.