I, Effing Feline, scorn the fickle ways of humankind. Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine, has put Future Love on hold until summer. We cats don’t do things like that. If we plan to nap, we nap. If we plan to eat, we eat. None of this simian shilly-shallying.
But it turns out Mr V’s finally gotten a release date for Escapee. It would’ve interfered with releasing Future Love next month, so this will be its last snippet for a while. Humans are capricious, incomprehensible creatures, know what I mean?
Here an incomprehensible human thinks about the church where he met Laila at the Last Supper picnic.
I believe in God, not religion. The church people treated me so nicely, though, that I pretended to myself that I believed.
Or do I now disbelieve because I’m afraid I’ll go to Hell?
Am I already there?
They won’t let me in church anymore. I let Them down, They said when I revisited the church lawn, now withered and brown. They acted like I couldn’t hear. Having a Voice in the congregation had brought prestige and credibility to the fledgling Church of Nanotechnology. When I lost my Voice, I let Them down.
And beyond that dead winter grass, Mount Baker lay hidden behind endless grey storm clouds.
Effing Feline again. For those who care, here’s a picture of Mt. Baker, the “arrow pointing the way to heaven,” floating above the horizon. Though why you’d care, I don’t know. There’s no mice in all that snow. So why bother?