My Name is Chai

You see, I’m a purebred seal point Siamese. Most of my story has been lost because I don’t speak Hooman, just Siamese. The mysteries of my early years were partially unraveled by yesterday’s x-rays of my mouth. My hooman asked the veterinarian’s assistant, “With that many fractured teeth, do you suppose Chai might have been kicked by somebody?” She asked that because I freak out and hide when my man hooman wears work boots. The nice assistant said, “Yes, that’s possible.”

America, Dead in the Water

My country has truly let me down in its response to this pandemic. At this moment I see the United State of America dead in the water. The engines that keep it running  are drained to the point where the status quo is something we’ll remember, not relive.