Thank Gods It's FreyaDay!

Good Evening, Humans.

I have had a trying few days.

My humans left me to look after the twins while they traveled to visit family over the holidays.

Those two are incorrigible, as you know. I did my best, and I will say no more.

Yes, of course my Human arranged for another human to also look after us, provide food and so on.

But let us be frank; without me, this household would devolve into chaos.

I managed beautifully, as always. And I am happy now that they are back.

Thank gods it's FreyaDay!



The Year of the Cat

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time 
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime 

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
running like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations 

She'll just tell you that she came 
In the year of the cat 

She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers 
And you follow 
'till your sense of which direction 
Completely disappears 

By the blue tiled walls
near the market stalls 
There's a hidden door she leads you to

These days, she says,
I feel my life Just like a river running thru

The year of the cat 

Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli

So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat 

Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone 
And you've thrown away the choice
and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on 

But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day 
You know sometime you're bound to leave her 
But for now you're going to stay 
In the year of the cat

- Al Stewart, Peter Wood