"Is that a good sign?" one of them asked when she called to give me an update.
"Yes," I said, "that's absolutely business as usual. Not a big fan of stuff she doesn't like."
And so today I celebrate with a poem a thousand years old about a wise man and his values:
Chang Tuan's Cats
Scholar Chang Tuan was fond of cats,
And had seven of them,
Wonderful beasts with wonderful names. They were:
Guardian of the East, White Phoenix, Purple Blossom, Drive-Away-Vexation, Brocade Sash, Cloud Pattern, Ten Thousand strings of Cash
Each was worth several pieces of gold
And nothing could persuade Chang
To part with them.
After Wang Chih, c. 1100 C.E.