Perhaps you remember Seamus.
No, he is not a cat, but he’s a dog who knows what he likes. And what he likes is to eat one kibble at a time.
Well, I am a girl who is looking over from the fairer borough at the pointer/louder/brighter one and, though momentarily composed, I am also thinking of all the things I have to do. What Seamus likes more than anything is to eat one Kibble at a time because it calms him. What I like to do is wear fifteen sweaters and jam-pack my day full of activity and over-eat and over-drink and worry myself into corners.
But today I will be like Seamus, and offer you one Cat-bble at a time.
Peace. Good will. May handfuls of candy and squirrel visitors and dinner guests be with you.