Date: May 9, 2020
Today was a hell of a day and I can’t bring myself to write about Star Trek.
Instead, I’m going to use this time to wish a very happy NINTH birthday to Jazz, my second fur child. Jazz was one of three kittens I found in a friend’s shed when helping them get ready for a 4th of July BBQ nine years ago. His two sisters were adopted by others at the party, one is named Stormy and one is named Jameson. I thought it was time for Tempura to have a younger brother, so we took him home. Since then he’s become the dogliest cat, a carb thief, and a pillow stealer. He’s a sweet boy who sometimes acts like a toddler, but I love him so.
No matter where you are, I hope you and yours are well.
Here’s the birthday boy atop a chair in my office: