i don't know when i wrote this

He sits in his living room with his wife and his cat. They have just finished watching a drama about a zombie apocalypse. Their beautiful son is in the other room sleeping on their futon. He is happy, she is happy. The cat is being a cat. Always in a state of let me sit on your lap and you may stroke me ,but only ten times on the 11th stroke I will bite your hand. Why? Because I am a cat.

He reads his last blog post which was in 2015. He thinks about what has changed since then. A lot has changed. A lot.