For Orleanians Mardi Gras means parades and parties and costumes and throwing discretion and sanity to the wind. I am certain that if I were to venture outside these old brick walls I would partake in the festivities, but alas, I am not conditioned for the outside world. It isn't that I'm frightened and I should thank that vixenous molly Tabitha Furstein to leave her nose out of it - her and her taunting from just beyond the door - it is just that I'm not built for that part of the world. I am a bookstore cat, if I were to go to the outside, would I then be an outdoor cat? The prospects of such an identity shift are simply far too much for me to contemplate let alone actually put into action. Regardless of all this, I am excited for Mardi Gras because it brings a renewed energy to the shop and so many new people to meet.
To those many of you visiting this fine city for the carnival I implore you to enhance your own experience by picking up a fine piece of literature to temper your visit. Trust me, there is nothing quite so comfortable as the life rhythm one attains while reading an absorbing book. And during the insanity of Mardi Gras, such a rhythm just might save your life. Take it from me. I am, after all, a wise and venerated bookstore cat.