09/05/2022
Today I visited The Oracle, the PorchCat of Blackest Night, to seek his Labor Day Wisdom.
"Oh Benevolent Oracle, All-Knowing PorchCat of Blackest Night," I asked, "What is your wisdom this Labor Day?" The Oracle stretched, considered me for a moment, and then shook his head.
"I cannot dispense wisdom to you today," said he, pausing to lick his paw. "If you wish, you may go seek my cousin, TrashCat the Wise, who also possesses the mystic knowledge bestowed upon all black cats. Ask him your questions." I thanked him and began my quest.
As one might expect, I found TrashCat the Wise next to a garbage can.
"TrashCat the Wise! Your cousin the Oracle, the PorchCat of Blackest Night, quested me to find you. I humbly beseech you, please tell me your Labor Day Wisdom!"
TrashCat the Wise simply stared at me for a moment. Then he rolled his eyes and harshly yowled the following at me (somehow in a Brooklyn accent?):
"I can't believe it. Greg did this to me again! Listen, human: it's friggin' Labor Day. Cats don't labor most days, but definitely not today, so if you want wisdom or anything else you gotta come back tomorrow. Greg just doesn't want to tell you that because it kinda ruins his whole mystic oracle schtick he's got going, so he keeps sending you primates to me instead of telling you himself. As soon as you left I guarantee you he started rolling around in catnip, and that's what he's gonna do the whole rest of the day. Heck, that's what I'm about to do myself. You want some Labor Day Wisdom? Here ya go: go read some labor movement history, enjoy your dang holiday, and scram!"
I counted myself blessed to have received this nugget of guidance, bid him farewell, and set off to follow his advice. Now I'm making a frozen pina colada to drink on the porch.
Happy Labor Day, everyone!