Dear Wigleaf,

It's 1 pm in New York. Rainy day, Friday, boring, calm, not much to do.

My cat is sitting in this blue felt house my parents got him. It has rooms. Before he had the house he would just hide. Under the bed. On top of the fridge. In the laundry.

Once he hid inside my couch. He pulled the mesh bottom loose and sat on top of it, in a sort of couch cave. That was creative.

It was also damaging, to my couch. I reattached the mesh with thumbtacks, which didn't work very well.

I'm wondering, Wigleaf, if you've ever stepped on a thumbtack? I did, when the cat started going at the mesh again.

Luckily, the sole of your foot is designed to step on things. It's very thick. I didn't even bleed. That said, I would prefer to not step on one again. Which is why I'm glad the cat has his blue felt house—where he can be safe, without hurting me.

I guess I think that's what life is about. Finding a way to be safe that doesn't hurt anyone else. I'm happy that has now happened for my cat. I hope it can happen for you too.

Yours truly,

Gideon Leek