Today in Brexitland, February 19, 2024

The meaning of a dead cat - and the American who walked across Europe to get to Kyiv

Last week, my cat died. He was 15 years old. It had been a long time coming; he’d been getting slower and sicker for a while. We took him to the vet to have him put down on Friday. It was my daughter and me who were with him at the end. She was deeply upset about the who…