There is a cat sitting outside my window.
I believe it belongs to someone because it is wearing a little collar, but it has been here for three days and has not once attempted to leave.
I have offered it food.
FRIENDS!
I have made a discovery of utmost importance!
There is an Earth custom called “brunch.”
I do not understand why you have hidden this from me for so long.
There were waffles and pancakes and tiny potatoes and bacon and a drink that had flower petals floating inside, to which you then add hot water and white crystals too, and it is oh-so-delicious!
I have decided that brunch is one of Earth’s greatest achievements.