Next Caturday, Octopurr 16th is BOSS'S DAY. So today's Wonderpurr Cattoon is dedicated to all BOSSES out there in the Blogosphere. And not just the hoomon kind. My Dadders usta be a boss. Then he got old and retired. But Mom never stopped being a Boss. Boss of us all, including Dadders. At my house I'm second in line to be Boss, mostly cuz I have no filter, or OFF switch. 
When I first joined the Anipals, Phi was one of the very first to welcome me. We clicked as besties pretty fast, despite her being a doggo and me being a kitteh. That’s what I loved about being an Anipal. Species didn’t matter. Heart did. And boy, those Anipals had a lot of heart. I made so many many many furends over the years, but Phi and me, we just completed each other.
I worked at a Kentucky law office inside a 200 year old farm house sitting in the middle of 300 acres. It was also a wine vineyard. My employer Joni’s family owned the biz.
There were maybe six of us at work that morning, still in the process of getting our coffee and finding our Tuesday mojo. The secretary to Judge Tackett had her tv on. Her shout had us all running into her office. When the second plane hit the towers, the judge’s wife, also a lawyer, immediately said “Osama Bin Laden.” I had never heard of Bin Laden.
I called my husband at work. He had been in a meeting and hadn’t yet heard what happened. His office occupied the largest buildings in Memphis. His HR director started freaking out to the point where someone had to calm her down.
After watching the panic on tv for an hour, we were sent home. I spent the rest of the week watching the 9-11 tragedy unfold. Every night that’s all America ingested. Every night for months.
We understood Life as we knew it had ended.
I recently heard a “joke.”
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
9-11.
9-11 who?
I cannot believe the younger generation doesn’t understand the impact 9-11 has had on our country, but as for my generation, We will never forget!
#911 #remembering911
