I know that this blog can get a little heavy sometimes. I talk about oppression and the silencing of minority voices. I talk about how women and people in the LGBTQ spectrum are treated like inferiors, like filthy abstractions. It can be a big bummer. How do I stay upbeat when I focus on such ugly truths?
The answer is Henry, my badger/parrot hybrid that looks suspiciously cat-like.
Here he is:
That little pink nose gets me every time!
Why did I say he was a badger/parrot hybrid? For one, he eats like a badger, or maybe a racoon, or a goat? He’ll eat anything. He loves raw potatoes like nothing else. He’ll steal them if need be.
But he likes cucumbers too. In fact, he’ll take them right out of the produce basket at night. This is what I find in the morning:
But then there’s the parrot thing, why a parrot? Henry loves only one thing more than raw potatoes, hanging out on August’s shoulders. He doesn’t hang out with his nails, or even any effort at all really, he just sort of lolls there watching the world go by.
Henry keeps my spirits up and I’m hoping he’ll help keep yours up too. You’ll see some of his antics every so often here to lighten the mood.