Murko the Cat, My BFF

Murko, my BFF. . .
Murko the Cat my best friend ever

Got a Throwback Thursday tonight.

My beloved Murko the Cat, circa early 1970s.

Recently found a few home-developed and enlarged-in-a-bathroom darkroom black & whites in a trunk in the garage. (Most of my early photos were destroyed in a basement flood in the early 1980s . . . .)

Murko and I were bonded.

When I went into hospital for scoliosis surgery in my early teens and was away from home for over a month, my parents said he lost half his body weight in depression.

When I got home, he sat on my body cast 23/24 hours a day.

Never tell me cats show no love, eh?

BTW, “Murko” means “he who purrs” in Ukrainian.

Russians, Demand Freedom and Democracy

Accountability.

Putin has long been failing in his efforts to “restore” the bloody glory of empire.

Why kill your neighbours, their children? Why bomb hospitals and schools?

The man is demented, but it’s so scary that so many Russians are still following his orders.

I am talking to you, Russian soldier. Why are you killing children?

Why are you bombing schools and hospitals? Why target the kids and the wounded with your missiles?

Have you no conscience?

Russian TV is still celebrating the invasion, no matter how many Russian lives, and Ukrainian lives, it has taken.

Mass delusion.

But. . .

There’s something in the wind. Dictators rarely get this freaked out.

The killer looks increasingly pasty, tired.

We appeal to all Russians of concscience, of love. . . Stop.

Refuse to fight, to continue this invasion.

Refute the madman.

Join Ukraine in democracy and freedom.