By Miss Kubelik
We cats are back in Bidenland after a quick and pleasant weekend in Montreal. The weather was generally swell, the food was fabulous, and we were able to take a tour around town to see what's survived the pandemic and what has not. Happily, the "survived" side of the ledger is longer than the "died" side.
It was also sheer pleasure to observe 99.999999 percent of the people we encountered being compliant with masking. It's the rule on the subway system. We saw no one disobey — although there was one weird guy screaming at passengers in French. Maybe it was about masking, and maybe it wasn't. Everyone pretty much averted their eyes.
Then there's the vaccine passport. They're required to enter bars and restaurants. We showed our rabies shots records (and our humans flashed their New York Excelsior passes) with no trouble. Proper ID was also produced without fanfare. Dear crazy MAGAts who are stalking and assaulting school board members, teachers and even children: The process was painless and reassuring. Grow up.
Which is not to say that absolutely everyone on Montreal Island is a sane person. On Saturday, we passed a rally in support of unvaccinated healthcare workers. Brrr — an event like that sounds like a great way to get COVID, and in a city with so many great restaurants, why would you want to chance getting a virus that takes away your sense of taste? We avoided the demonstrators like — well, like the plague.
Sure hope those folks have good rainy day funds. Because as of Friday, any healthcare providers who haven't been vaccinated will be suspended without pay. While there are surely some nutcases in Quebec, we predict that a lot of those holdouts will give in as soon as they're faced with the prospect of no income. Also, a lot of people are just busy and/or lazy, and don't do what they have to until somebody pushes them. That's our theory, at least. We cats PURR.
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