The nooze is its usual rancid self today. I think I prefer some of God’s stuff this morning. Like this:
Because otters are so acrobatic and graceful in the water, I can’t tell whether there’s just one otter in this little pond or several. When they maneuver underwater, it’s confusing. Certainly this cat’s confused. And the other is just as curious about the cat. We wonder: might an unusual friendship come of this? It’s a wild otter, not a household pet. All we know is that, in dealing with animals of such high intelligence as cats and otters, any prediction is a long shot.