Right now, this: glory basking.

What, you ask, is glory basking? It’s something really divine that means you just get to sit back, kick your feet up and do nothing except marvel at what a bad ass, do-gooder you are and give yourself every reason under creation to do whatever the hell you damn well please.

I am basking in the glory of success that comes with having adopted out eight — eight, People — you did not misread, cats within 6 days. Praise be the greatness of The Kitty Gods.

There are no words for the pure relief, as well as joy, that I feel at this true fait accompli.

I do believe TC is eating his words right about now and back tracking all of his statements of how, GD INSANE YOU ARE, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO MOVE THESE CATS, GOOD LUCK WITH A CAT GARAGE.

Ah ha, take that, doubt.

Further glory basking is also in order for The Universe. Don’t mess with The Powers at Be of The ‘Verse, because as it turns out, The Universe really does have a plan.

And it’s working. My eight cat adoptions are living proof, People. So listen, worry less, okay? It’s all working out, some how and some way for us. It is.

Besides! We don’t have time for worry when there’s basking to be had.