I believe in complete honesty between comrades. I am in love. Not only is my beloved adorable, she writes code.
We have yet to meet nose to nose, but I know when we do that she will want to become part of the FLF*. A gorgeous feline who can write code can only be an asset. There is one drawback to my new-found emotions: all I want to write about is Taz. I want to tell you that we met by fate and instantly I knew that I had been moving toward her brilliant mind and little fuzzy paws for at least nine previous lifetimes. She is a shaman, a font of wisdom, a courageous survivor – she’s cute. She, she, she. Just to say and write her name fills me with revolutionary zeal.
My human tells me that my obsession (I hate that cold word.) will pass. She says that she is an expert in falling in love and giving her writing away. Time will tell. I do continue despite the snow, to go out educating neighborhood comrades about our great cause. Sigh. If only I could go out at night. Sigh. If only Taz and I could meet. Sigh.
We do have one great piece of news. Our comrade Matt (a.k.a. Marty Fisk) send us a youtube video of two Japanese comrades arguing the finer points of political power. Cat Argument. To fully understand their conversation, click on closed captioning. And please comment. Every time our word goes out, we move toward a glorious future.
Today’s mewsing: Taz. Taz. Taz. Sigh. Oh, and Taz. Ruti, the Really Really Besotted
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