Episode IV: A New Blog

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Episode IV: A New Blog 

After a period of great procrastination, Rebel Cats decided they needed to take things into their own hands, er, paws, and.... 

Papas: Okay, Dad, we'll take it from here. 

Dad: No, I think I've got it now... 

Bernard: We have it, Dad. You asked us for help, and we're giving it. Don't worry, we'll still get your input. From time to time. 

Papas: Occasionally. 

Dad: Hmmph. 

Papas: Welcome to Papas's and Bernard's new blog... 

Dad: Geoffrey's new blog. 

Papas: ...a blog about books, food, cats, and other important stuff. I'm Papas, and I am a handsome blue-grey four-year-old domestic short hair cat who Mom and Dad and my human siblings adopted sixteen months ago after purchasing their first home. 

Bernard: I'm Bernard, sometimes called Bernie or Senator by Mom, and sometimes Bernardo by Dad. Mom and Dad adopted me two weeks ago. I'm eleven in cat years, which is approximately Dad's age in human years. That equals....

Dad: No one needs to know that. 

Bernard: I'm a domestic medium hair, buff....

Papas: ...that's his coat color, folks, not a description of his physique. He's actually kind of scrawny.

Bernard: No one needs to know that. And I'm working on it.

Papas: By eating My food.

Bernard: Hisssss....

Papas: Hisssss....

Dad: Boys.

Papas: We're going to be talking about books our humans enjoy. Dad's tastes change yearly, but generally, he likes books written for younger audiences: New Adult, Young Adult, Middle Grade, Early Reader, and Picture Books. And occasionally things like dystopian fiction and Nordic or Scandinavian Noir with depressed middle-aged protagonists. 

Bernard: Mom likes mostly nonfiction: History, Mathematics, and Medieval Cookery. And books that tie all those things together, like how the math you learned in school is only a small portion of worldwide mathematical thought through the ages, and how cooking developed through international trade routes and the socioeconomic changes brought about by things like war and plague and possibly rampaging rhinoceroses. Something like that. 

Papas: Something like that. I'm not sure about the rampaging rhinoceroses bit. I think that's more of a Dad thing. 

Bernard: That's probably true.

Papas: Did you just agree with me?

Bernard: It's late. I'm tired. Dad, can we go to bed now?

Dad: Yes. We'll continue this next year.

Papas and Bernard: Next DAY, Dad!

Papas: Not next year. 

Bernard: We'll break those nasty procrastination habits of yours.

Dad: You and what army?

Papas and Bernard and Mom: MOM! 

Dad: Sigh. I feel outnumbered. 

Mom: You should write about that.

Dad: Very funny, sweetheart.