PRESS RELEASE:

Morehead City, NC - "I would like to announce that I've come to the conclusion that life is irreconcilably unfair, yet interesting."  Amir the Cat projected his current feelings on life in the modern world on Friday.  Having spent the past month systematically surmounting every high and lofty location in his Mitchell Village apartment, the Siamese was content to be cradled as he reflected on his achievements, great and small. 

"I would say it's overall been a success.  I've gotten Dante [the Campobasso's other feline] on my side in the household.  We run, we wrestle, we hide.  Mostly we wrestle.  It's particularly satisfying when my mother is watching, as her concern is chiefly for our safety.  Also satisfying is my foray into every open crevice, making it difficult to locate me at times, and my unusual ability to scale the highest furniture they own. 

"I did feel a bit of embarassment on a couple of occasions, such as mounting the top of the bathroom door and being unable to get down. . . getting my head stuck in a paper lantern atop a bookcase (my humans seemed to think by videotaping this event they would be paid if they sent footage to some home video show?). . . and there was the night I felt it necessary to conquer the banister--walking UP it, not down, mind you--unfortunately that was less than successful.

"Some humans found it exceedingly entertaining.  I fail to see the humor in my sliding, pell-mell, down said banister until I rolled entirely off it, smacking the stairs withOUT my feet beneath me.  Where is the joy in such?  How crass. 

"My existence, however, is not entirely without reward.  I have claimed at least a third of the master bed, and migrate over this section throughout the night.  I am held innumerably over the course of each day and reminded of my aesthetic value constantly.  This is acceptable."

I suppose, after a nearly-five-month hiatus, that an update is in order.  Backwards, shall we?

Teacher Camp this week.  I suppose I learned some. . . about how to avoid catty teacher gatherings.  No difference from large groups of women back home.  SCA-RY.  Being away from Jay has royally stunk and missing his awards dinner was even worse.  The mountains surrounding were perfectly acceptable, and I got decent pictures of the snow.  We'll leave it at that.

I am realizing how ungrateful I am for WHO I am, WHO and WHAT I have, and WHERE I am in this life.  I want to have so much more, to be so much more.  But nothing happens overnight, and some things will take more bravery to achieve than I have right now.  We're working on that.

Dante the Cat would like to release the following to the press:

"In December, I toured the state in a carrier that was entirely too small, with parents that were entirely unfeeling with regards to my travelling needs.  I did, however, make the occasional new friend, as no one who gazes at my pristine whiskers can resist such charm.  My bandanas are the height of fashion and, of course, set me apart from the feline world at large.  I plan to resume my obligations to the public at a later date, and will for now content myself with playdates at Oscar's.  It is my current mission to release him from his obesity by thoroughly wearing him out on each visit.  Until then, miaow, and all correspondence and gifts may be forwarded here."

And, after that, I really haven't a thing to say.