Or catified, as the case may be.
We all go back, or dream of going back, to places where we once enjoyed ourselves. And often, when we manage it, and things aren’t as enjoyable as we remembered, we grumble about how things have changed.
However, more often than not, we’re the thing that changed.
Still, sometimes we can squeeze in and get cozy, even if we stick out a bit.
This post isn’t in reference to anything in particular. Fred the cat just seemed to get the nostalgia bug at about the same time I did this year, with similar results.