Ah, Memories... How Bittersweet

A Bygone Era...

I am so thankful for having seen Palaye Royale perform three times before this pandemic. This past week would have been the fourth. By the way, super early reporting by Styxhexenhammer666 (Warning: some foul language) on happens in Communist China stopped me from buying a concert ticket.

It saddens me that the brothers' skyrocketing careers are on hold. They could not be any sweeter in appreciating their fans (of all ages, shapes, and sizes). ~grin~ Emerson complimented the bolero jacket his fun and spirited pirate fashion sense inspired me to buy.

Too bad I never got to meet
Emerson (L) & Remmy's
big brother Sebastian.

Isn't it adorable how Remington, who hugged me first, looks a tiny bit protective toward his baby brother? And how lucky am I that my friend spotted Emerson walking past last summer at an outdoor venue, gaining me another hug and my first (cheesy) selfie?

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New Speak

"What?"

As cats will, ours decided to wake us at five o’clock this morning for a feed. My husband grumbled something and I said, “The natives are restless.”

After that, all I could think was how language evolves. That phrase, an outdated colloquialism now, would strike fear in past generations. And that led my ever curious mind to this strange moral panic, as social commentator Styxhexenhammer666 puts it, in which some folks can find the most minor slip of the tongue offensive.

How, my sleepy brain wondered, would today’s terminology and linguistic acrobatics force a colonist to word such a warning? Perhaps, I thought, one might be expected to say, “The aboriginal peoples suffer insomnia.”

Did you know the phrase ‘letting the cat out of the bag’ came from a time when a pig might be sold in a poke (an ancient term for bag) and a dishonest vendor might switch out the valuable livestock for a feral feline?

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A Sweet Boy and a Tweet Reply

It turns out that a friend snuck me into an Awww... Mondays blog hop on behalf of the little fellow starring in this post. Thanks to the sweetheart at Comedy Plus! You can find other participants at the bottom of this post.

I believe our little household has an official new member, a young orange tabby male who showed up meowing in the next door neighbor’s yard Friday morning. His wellness veterinary visit is scheduled for Tuesday, so for now he is segregated from our two old female cats until after that to avoid possible disease transmission. We will also have the vet tech scan for an identification chip.

Very Skinny Boy on Our Driveway, More Hungry Than Skittish

My SO, in particular, cannot believe a feral cat could be so friendly, which is probably true. I hope nobody claimed him prior for he is super sweet, very gentle with me, happy to lounge about, seeming grateful for his windfall.

He got his (we presume) first taste of catnip a few minutes ago. The reaction immediate, we had some fun before he wound down. Now he is on a foldable patio recliner next to my chair here in our carpeted cellar.

Styx Claiming the Cushion Used to Support My Laptop

We decided to name him after a favorite socio/political Youtube content creator, Styxhexenhammer666, known as ‘Styx’ for short. It seemed fitting, as both have a very thin build and are talented orators. Our little Styx made very clear he wanted our help. And Styx the man (real name Tarl Warwick) is also an accomplished gardener, so our four footed boy finding us working in ours sort of sealed the deal.

I also believe our kitty here crossed a river of adversity to find us. He didn’t have the benefit of Charon (another name I considered) ferrying him across the River Styx.

Yesterday afternoon I signed onto Twitter and mentioned my consideration, addressing Mr. Warwick by his handle. To my delight, the busy man responded.

Are you jealous like we are that felines can get high off a safe, legal herb?

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