There are two festivals (at least) on today. The Festival of Ideas and the Fashion Festival.
I already have some ideas. Do I want more? Lynettea seems to think more ideas are better. Maybe that is because she is a human. Ideas to her may be like possessions – cram the house with them and then spend all your time trying to find things and keep them in order.
I prefer a simple life: a bowl of premium catfood, some tasty crunchies and an obedient human.
The Fashion Festival is at the end of our street. The street is quiet today as they have blocked the cars and trucks from rushing up and down.
But Lynettea says I would have to be very fashionable to go. I would need my furs styled and wear my diamond studded lead. And it will be noisy and crowded. Perhaps I will just stay home.



