Dick Fancy re-enters your life with a short post bearing excellent news: We've received our first cat-pic, courtesy of an exemplary viewer. Below, our humble reward, the fruits of our seemingly fruitless attempts to connect the individual to the world, to make sense of the cosmic trusses pinioned to the sky above our heads, cutting up the sunlight into strange triangles. Yes. You've got it. You've made sense of that tangle of thorns, gentle reader. And now, to reap the benefits of all our hard work:
Thank you, Woody Forrest (sp?) Leslie. You have served your country, and now you may continue resting with that nice-looking cat sprawled across your torso.
The rest of you: take heed. You are still falling dangerously below your potential, far as I can tell. The universe might be finite, and then you'll run out of time, and there will have been no recorded evidence of you interacting with cats. This will be a shame, perhaps a greater shame than any of us actually have the capacity to stomach. Think about it.
Take heed your brother in rightful cat-action. Take heed.
Love,
Dick Fancy
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