Sometimes I lose sight of why I started this Twitter journey and how
Olde Yeller Cat came to be. We're all here for our own reasons:
loneliness, broken relationships, escape from the boredom of being
alone, trying to promote our writing, searching for expression in
poetry, photography, art, or sharing our expertise in psychology, and
business, or simply as an easy way to let folks keep track of us.
My name is Henry. Olde Yeller was an alley
cat I came to love; she isn't around anymore, or if she is she's looking
down from her cat heaven. The following paragraph is from our first blog; it gives you a look at our beginning.
Just
like the skinny olde alley cat that was trying to rub breakfast out of
my kitchen door we often barge into each others lives uninvited; we
don't mean to be intrusive, sometimes we're just hungry, or cold or just looking for someone with whom to share our lives, our misery, our good
fortune, or a meal. Hungry, cold, critters, and folks for that matter,
don't have any politics, or religion, or views on how to save the
world, or how to cure its ills, that all comes later after our hunger,
and needs are taken care of, until then we're all the same. Maybe that's
what we're missing, all of us, for just a few moments, being like that
skinny olde alley cat rubbing on a strage kitchen door asking to be
part of a strangers world.
