It is I, The Right Reverend and Right Honorable Maya Pavlova, Feline Bishop Extraordinaire. My lovely white paws are on the laptop.
I want to apologize on Jane's behalf for her low blogging levels these days. She hasn't even posted her sermon from ten days ago, the one she only had seventy percent written down and on which she did such a fine job extemporizing the remaining thirty percent, if I may say so my episcopal self. I wasn't there, you understand, but I heard about it. There were two liturgies that weekend and word gets around.
My Jane is a little on the tired and discouraged side, so she's not being as creative as she might be. She's also working hard because she teaches in the early morning and all evening the first half of the week and then there are meetings and then she wants to sleep. What she really wants to do is sleep some more and also be a solitary writer. She's having trouble making sentences these days, though. Also she wants a vacation. I think she will get one, in a few months, but right now it's not there. I am compensating for this by taking extra naps. I am even more beautiful and soft than usual these days and Jane is noticing. So she's not completely in the Slough of Despond.
As you know, Jane is my Canon to the Extraordinary, and a fine one she is, though she was a little slow getting to my kitty litter maintenance this week. But in her discouragement she seems to think that this and one or two other things make her a bad Canon. Please tell her she is not. The canine and feline bishops think no one is a failure, especially one who loves well.
Now, does anyone have any kitty treats? While I am at it, I thought I'd ask.
Love and purrs,
+Maya Pavlova, FBE