THE CARD

I recently got a card from Mom that had this photograph on the cover.

A lovely look at two wildcats in their natural home, no? And then I opened the card. It had been blank originally, but Mom offered this caption: "He always tells that same joke -- and I'm supposed to laugh at it ..."

And so nature's splendor is reduced to a display of dubious wit and connubial disharmony.

Cool.