Reading New Yorker this morning, I saw that I was of the ruling class.
I thought I was just distrustful of a new rug with our extremely wary cats and what they might do.
Who Knew
Ps. Throughout, though, in its oft way, the writing in this piece made me smile while ruefully acknowledging the information being given. Still, I gasped at the end. Really omg, to the first, while then thinking, we can only hope that we replace but still exist.
