His latest project seemed to be exactly that: an indication that it’s hard to stop overthinking things. The first segment he’d shared was called ‘How the cat got your tongue’.
“Imagine it in like that old style of printing that you see in museums and colonial sort of historic sites, like where the f is actually an s and the letters are inconsistently printed because it was a real press and not like something digital,” he’d explained, perhaps unnecessarily and perhaps for his own entertainment. They’d all nodded like it made total sense and would have a huge impact on the piece that he was about to share. After all, they were of the same tribe, and they knew what other writers needed and wanted -- at least sometimes.
How the cat got your tongue, by Neil
The origin of this idiom is a bit more literal than you might expect. But don’t worry -- your precious feline isn’t about to tackle you and leave you forever speechless.
The true story from which this saying derived took place on September 23, 1834. On this day, a Tuesday, Maude Aikens had been to the butcher, as was her custom on Tuesdays...
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