I decided a few days ago that I wanted to start a blog about Jazz called "Existential Kitty".
I'll be too lazy to actually start this blog. But the idea came to me because I often find Jazz laying on the carpet, looking as if she's discovered some horrible truth about the world.
A universal truth that weighs heavy upon her kitty soul.
What deep, existential thoughts is she thinking? What mystical secrets of life and death is she pondering?
Or is she simply re-enacting her favorite Radiohead music video?