I was going to begin this post, “I like big cats and I cannot lie.”
But even I have more dignity than that. Or, at least, the cats do.
I was going to begin this post, “I like big cats and I cannot lie.”
But even I have more dignity than that. Or, at least, the cats do.
Take one Easter. Throw in the excitement of the Linda Fund.
Yield: one very busy blogger. Please accept my bigĀ mea culpa for the long stretch of quiet here on Felis Catus this week. Better yet…please accept one big giant enormous colossal cat.
What’s that they say about those who don’t learn from history?
Ah, yes: they are doomed to repeat it in summer school.
There’s just no way to make this easy.
You’d think that, if there was such a thing as a “good death” or an “easy goodbye,” we’d have found it at Tabby’s Place by now. But there’s not - death is a thief every single time. Losing kittens is wrong. Losing elderly cats is wrong. Sudden loss wrecks us. A slow fade breaks us.
And losing one of our grandest grandes dames, Lilac, has hit us all - hard. Continue reading » » »