There is something oddly insulting about the term ‘cat blog,’ which I understand to mean the kind of scribbling rant which could only be written by a woman, as raving and decrepit as the animals whose odor pervades her solitary existence. I say ‘oddly,’ as I suspect there is nothing as shared on the internet as pictures of our mogs, and I have it on good authority that there is nothing as classy as a cat to shift products through a museum shop.
No matter. I digress. This is a gratuitous post in praise of my own pair of felines, whose forbearance and unfeigned interest in the finer corners of books on Vespasian and Roman Britain is of great support as I drown in the morass. So, here’s to them both, helping me cross my own particular Rubicon.