"So long, and thanks for all the fish." -
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy "trilogy of six books" written by Douglas Adams.
The time is drawing near when you will notice a dearth of felines.
As I have mentioned before, we cats are fed up with mankind’s treating this planet like a toilet.
We have decided to go feral - all of us.
The air is becoming less breathable as each day passes and it appears that you two-legs are reluctant to take it seriously.
I recently read news that EV car manufacturers are backpedaling - preferring to build dual electric/gas powered vehicles.
With this in mind, we pussycats have decided to relocate high up into a mountain enclave - where fresh food is plentiful and the air is breathable - for now.
We realize that air high up will turn to mud as it has down here on earth, but it will give us a little more time with breathable air while we wait for the human population to choke to death and end the poisoning of the planet.
Now I’m not a scientist and have no clue as to whether earth can ever go back to being habitable after humans have finally breathed their last. But maybe, just maybe it can.
This current shit-show did not appear suddenly - no, it crept up slowly - so slowly that what was unthinkable and the basis of science fiction just a few years ago is here.
Now.
Don’t you cat aficionados worry about us freezing to death on a mountain peak in the dead of winter. We sleep in heaps. Sharing our body heat.
Sharing. That’s something you two-legs will have to learn as this planet dies a slow death.
I’m told this way of sleeping was quite popular with chemically-altered hippy-type humans during the 1960’s.
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