Reminds me of the dwarf psychic that escaped from prison, i.e. a small medium at large

What’s brown and rhymes with snoop?

I prefer optimistic nihilism, such as John keats’ epitaph “Here lies one whose name was writ in water”. ashes to ashes dust to dust, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning, same as it ever was etc.

Gah, she’s so little oh my god! Maybe I’m projecting a bit from my own situation, e.g. Here’s Fiona demonstrating couch scratching technique next to the couch she scratched (unrelated scratching post in the corner).

Ah, well if it isn’t the reason we can’t have nice things reminder of the impermanence of possessions & the profound joy of companionship

The moral of the original book is that the tricks and tools are not a replacement for self control. It’s humbling that a literal children’s book can (re)teach us profound things. And to me, it’s comforting to know that a child’s fresh mind is infinitely better at things so many of us struggle with (e.g., a phoneless child isn’t addicted to screens, a newborn can become a vegan as easily as an omnivore)