To date I have delved deep into the vast troves of research material for my upcoming cat history of this fine city. It has kept me up nights and brandished my days with the gleam of historical knowledge and insight that tickles my fur with excitement and furnishes my beating cat-heart with fortitude. It is simply amazing what a good project can do for the feline soul. Perhaps the organizational aspect of my studies are slow in manifesting as yet, but oh the morsels of catformation that I've come across! For example, did you know that even before the French arrived, while this slightly raised plot of land on the Mississippi was not much more than an occasional Indian hunting ground and sometimes swamp rife with mosquitoes, it was actually the seat of an expansive cat kingdom? Its true. From Egypt my ancestors came and ruled with this land as our homestead, feasting on the mice and rats and birds and keeping the snakes and rabbits in line with good governance and thoughtful law making. Don't believe me? Well, seeing as I am no amateur historian, I will of course site my sources. Primarily, I have been reading from a work called The Great Cat Histories of The United States of Catmerica by Irish catwright Cassie O'Purry, pub. 1976 by Doublecat, the first catting-press out of Philade. It's a good read. I highly recommend it. Come by the shop and ask me about it, I'll point it out for you.
What, pray tell, is there to this beverage you humans constantly and persistently pour into your bodies? What thirst can such a vile smelling drink quench? I see you drinking it all the time and, well, I just can't help myself. It is as though such a scent touches off my muscle reflexes to just get rid of it. You may laugh when you witness the event of my sniffing one of your dark mud colored drinks and then my vain attempts to bury it as I would my unmentionables, but on my boots I cannot comprehend how you humans imbibe such filth.
In other more pressing news, we have officially entered into my favorite month of the year! When else does the very day impel you to move and get going on the projects of your life that you've been putting off for so long? I myself have been putting off far too long my plans to research and compile a comprehensive history of cat life in New Orleans...From our arrival in the bows of French merchant ships from the continent to our imperative to chase away English mice to our intermingling with the fierce and native mountain cats of the hills and swamps to our present condition as companions, alley lurkers, and occasional spiritual guides. When better to start the March of work? And when better for you, dear readers, to march your way here and pick yourself up a nice book to read?
So bon voyage cruel February, from here we March!