Everybody's doing it

Since I don't have anything else to write about, and since everyone else has done an entry about Tania's generosity--or her cats'--here's two pictures of Elvis meeting catnip:





It's hard for me to find words for Tania's generosity. It's a small thing, but not a simple one: here she is, sending a thoughtful gift to a handful of near-strangers she pretty much knows through the exchange of words online. She wouldn't recognize me on the street, but she thinks enough of me (or my cat) that she decided to go to the trouble of buying my cat a present and mailing it. Is it maudlin or otherwise overly sentimental to say she did a beautiful thing in getting treats for the UCFers' pets? She did; I don't know how else or what else one could say about it.

The easy joke--I have a tendency to do this when I feel awkward, please forgive me--is to suggest that Tania's cats, Skulker and Orphelia, have done what any skillful dealers of crack or heroin might: they have exposed my naive young feline to the thrills and pleasures of primo catnip with a free taste--because the first taste is always free. The second, the second, they say, will cost ya'. That's an easy and obvious joke, there it is. Leave it to me to destroy the moment, for I'm a momentary destroyer by nature. (Or is it nurture?) No, I shouldn't do that--of course, the hypocritical and confessional nature of the blog (or its ancestors) is that I will type this, comment on how awful it makes me, and publish it anyway. If I felt so-much remorse for biting down on the moment, I could hit "delete," couldn't I? Instead I move my mouse over to "Publish Post" and feel clever and remorseful at once. Or sort of.

Thank you, Tania, for the gift. And for being a kind and thoughtful person, and for looking out for the kittens of strangers.