My mother is obviously worrying about my mental health, else she would not have gone to the extreme of sending me CUTE ANIMAL PICTURES.
Please understand, I have been corresponding via email with my mother for some 15 years and she has never, to my recollection, sent me CUTE ANIMAL PICTURES. She has commented to some point about people she both admires and despairs of; she has attempted to describe her own mental state, or provide successive approximations of her own mental state. She has described her health, and then, having given a delicate shudder, gone on to more interesting subjects, like how many nights straight my father has worked.
My parents run on a steadily combusting blend of justice and genealogy, with Fred Astaire and giant insect fear films thrown in on the side.
Perhaps I malign them.