The Cat as Ultimate Excuse-Maker

The Ultimate Excuse-Maker needs no words. She sits, paws together, tail slowly swishing, imperious look upon her tuxedo face. What? Blame Her Majesty for which? Of course I'm ok. Of course I'm alive. I did not blog for a year. I =Chose= not to blog. Tuna now, please. It is time for my evening meal.

(Note: The Cat, while not taking any blame for the delays, did promise to attempt to blog more frequently, if appropriately bribed.)