Czar’s butt is like leaking or something. It’s awful. he just recently had a bath, so it’s not like he’s that dirty. You’d think he’d have the overpowering scent of wet dog, since it was raining out all day. but no, he just smells like butt.
and it’s not like he’s farting, it’s like the smell of butt. and it just follows him. I’m sure he doesn’t like it either. but idk what to do. I kinda want to take him to the vet. but I don’t think we will.
My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.