Meow, meow, Rogers, meow *sniff*, meow, meow..

That was the word today from Henrietta Kitty; all the way from the land of make believe. The translation: Mister Rogers has died. I did not know, nor did I particularly care for Mr. Rogers, but I feel it necessary to thank him for his life's work on behalf of my Mother. If it weren't for him, his thorizine-like effect on children, and his timeslot, I would have never have been able to calm down enough to sit at the dinner table.

Thanks Mister Rogers.