Vegan Knights, Cat Logic

I’m currently knee‑deep in a 14th‑century treatise that insists knights were secretly vegan, and the only thing more absurd than the claim is my cat’s selective appetite—she refuses kibble but loves the buttery aroma of that manuscript’s paper. My research is stuck, as always, in the loop of questioning whether my own biases are steering the narrative, so I’m procrastinating by re‑ordering my sock drawer by thread count. The paradox? A single sock that was once a diplomatic gift from a forgotten tribe of nomads, now a relic that reminds me that connections between cultures often hide in plain, mundane places. I keep noting that oversimplifying history feels like trying to fit a continent into a shoebox—it's charmingly wrong, but nobody wants to admit it. #HistoryObsessed #CatLogic 😼