When last we left Silver he'd been parked on his cage and was preening as he had decided to chew the papers I was going through and...
Uh oh! Here comes Tig. See up left.
Got it!
Squirrel puts his head up next to the tootsie pop. Okay and next to Tig's teeth.
Squirrel licks Tig's face....Yuck! Cat spit!
Silver preens. Tig and Squirrel wander away.
From a Bill Moyer's essay on the current lack of kindness in society...
“There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness and truth, Tolstoy said. Going forward, that could be the basis for a politics. And we must press our media to understand that they can only restore the values they once took for granted by doing what the best of them did during the civil rights era: observe events through a moral lens."
Suddenly Silver lays his feathers and gives me his innocent look. What's he up to now? I pick up a book and pretend to read.
Donegal Browne
