The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
by Regis Boff
Let’s allow that God sent this virus.
Perhaps He was never really that pleased we left our caves way back then?
Did we even ask to move out, or did we act like petulant teenagers and not care about His feelings?
Maybe the outdoors was meant for only His animals?
He sent his only daughter, Oprah Winfrey, to fix overeating, and we snubbed her.
So what better way to discourage us than by putting a virus in every restaurant salt shaker?
Remember what He did in Eden. Over one apple.
Who would expect him to Passover gluttony?