Blame the Bern

Disclaimer in perpetuity:

I’m writing this latest batch of entries, as usual, with Bernadette the six-pound Burmese wrapped in my robe and tucked under my arm. This clearly suggests that she is at fault for misspellings, bad judgment regarding the use of profanity in blog entries, holes in my houseclothes, and anything else either you or I or, say, a publisher I might later want to get to know, could find offensive.

I tried to get a picture but, being a cat, she escaped, I mean moved, before I could get to the camera.