Last Year and This

Another year has ended, and another begun. I was looking back at my blog, which I started in August of 2010, and realised that I had more entries for last year than for any other. The number in each year has grown almost consecutively; 2010 had just thirteen, the first article not even being accompanied by a picture.

I take no credit for having so many entries last year. Indeed, I don’t think it is either a good or bad thing. I think it merely indicates that I thought I had more to write about in 2022 than in other years. Often such numbers come from the arrival and departure of cats. In 2022, Minuet, Horace and Zofia made their appearances in the Cosy Apartment; the first two have departed, in their separate ways. Each event brings at least one story.

I want to express my gratitude to all my readers. Your fondness for my cats is pleasing; they are deserving of such fondness. I want to thank those readers who leave comments; I’ve come to know several of you better through such remarks, and through communication outside the blog, for which too I am grateful.

Truthfully, though, I write simply to tell the world, whether it pays attention or not, about these cats of mine, their adventures, and my adventures with them. Their lives deserve to be remembered, not just for their own sake, but for history’s. I enjoy social history, and have found memoirs of lives, mundane and exciting, to be the most informative of the world that once was. All the cats I have known have influenced the world in their tiny ways. This blog is their graffiti, scrawled on an electronic wall, proclaiming that they were here.

But, before I become too grandiose, I should admit that also I write the blog because it is fun.

Thank you for your attention, and your interest. I should warn you, however, that it serves as encouragement and, barring being crushed by an armoire falling off the back of a truck, being accidentally beheaded in surgery during an alien invasion, or forgetting how to write or how to turn on the computer (as I age, much the most likely danger), I will write some more stories about having ‘three’ cats in 2023.