What is going on in my country, the United States, is horrendous and I am so ashamed of our leaders in the White House. SO much is going on in protests and events that the air feels thick with tension and uncertainty. In light of these turbulent times, my cats and I decided to protest in our own way, finding solace in our solidarity.
Each day, we gather by the window, watching as the world outside becomes a stage for voices demanding change. Their meows echo my sentiments, reflecting the desire for a better future. Together, we might not have a loud voice, but our small acts of defiance remind me of the strength that resides in unity, even among a family of kitty cats, pussy willows or puss. With a punk rock side kick.
