Chrono-Paws and the Tea That Wasn't

Update from the Alchemy of Meow HQ

Today, my husband John intended to set out for the grocery store to get some tea for us yesterday, but the Tardis was in the shop.

And they have no parts for it. No parts! Not for the atom accelerator, not for the relativity differentiator. Absolutely nothing for the quantum teabag stabilizer, either. The technician just shook their head solemnly and muttered, “Time’s broken. Again.”

So if he couldn’t leave yesterday, clearly today is also out of the question. Temporal causality is a delicate beast.

The cats, the Fulsome Four (also known in certain circles as the Land Sharks or Sharkies), are no help either. They’ve informed us, quite firmly, that they are severely sleep deprived, having only clocked 22 hours and 42 minutes of slumber. They must therefore catch up on lost sleep immediately and will not be available for appointments, consultations, or lectures until further notice.

So, dear readers, that’s all I’ve got for today.

Please blame the cats. Or time. Or tea (or lack thereof). Definitely not me.