IN THIS. THE CRUELEST OF AGES

IT IS THE YEAR 202X. THE WORLD IS A DESOLATE WASTELAND. HUMANS SPEND THEIR FLEETING LIVES, INSIDE, LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW, THINKING ABOUT THINGS LIKE Bread. AND Yarn.

THE WORLD WE ONCE KNEW IS NO MORE. OUTSIDE OF OUR HOMES, IS A DARK WORLD, HOME ONLY TO THINGS LIKE PILES, AND TORMENT. NONE SHALL PASS.

IT IS IN THIS DAY THAT ONLY ONE THING CAN BE RELIED UPON:

SMALL ANIMALS.

MAY GOD BLESS THEIR SOULS.

OWNERS OF ALLTIME CREATURES KNOWN AS "CATS" KNOW THAT THEIR ONGOING EXISTENCE IS ALLOWED ONLY BY THESE SMALLTIME MAMMALS. BUT IN TRUTH, ALL "CAT OWNERS" ARE SIMPLY LONGING. HOPING. WAITING, PATIENTLY, FOR THE MOMENT

THE MOMENT THAT ALL HUMANKIND DREAMS OF. THE ONLY TIME OF TRUE PEACE, UNITY, AND LOVE AMONG MEN

I AM OF COURSE. SPEAKING OF

THE TONGUE OUT MOMENT.

ALL HUMANS KNOW OF IT. THIS MOMENT

WHEN THE CREATURE YAWNS OPEN IT'S MOURNFUL MAW, AND YOU SEE JUST FOR A GLIMPSE OF IT

IN SOME OF TIMES, IT IS DISTRACTED WHILE GROOMING, LETTING ITS ATTENTION FALTER ONLY FOR A MOMENT. IN OTHER TIMES, IT WILL LICK ITS NOSE, CLEANSING ITSELF IN THE LIGHT OF MAN. OTHER TIMES... IT SIMPLY FORGETS TO PUT THAT THING AWAY

THE BLESSED AMONG US WILL GET TO SEE IT IN PERSON. SOME, HEAVENSENT, WILL PHOTOGRAPH, ALLOWING OTHERS TO RECEIVE THEIR SAVING GRACE

MAY WE ALL CONTINUE TO SURVIVE, AND MAY WE SURVIVE WELL. I AM GOING TO KEEP GOING. AND I AM GOING TO PRAY, FOR YOU, AND FOR ME, TO SOMEDAY SOON BEAR WITHNESS TO

THE TONGUE OUT MOMENT.

GOD BLESS US ONE AND ALL.