It’s my pleasure to introduce you to a new voice on the blog, terrific volunteer Tara. (As mama to Tabby’s Place alumnae Peggy and Dottie, nee Wawa and Kiosk, “terrific” comes with the territory.) It’s my even greater pleasure to introduce you to a face you’ll never forget, Sweet Pea. Take it away, dear ladies…
Two to FOUR FEET! they said. HISTORIC PROPORTIONS! they said. STOCK UP ON RING DINGS AND MOUNTAIN DEW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE! they said. WE’RE ALL FIXIN’ TO DIIIIIIE! they said. AND NOW FOR A MESSAGE FROM SHOVELS ‘R US!
Public service announcement: you are in immediate danger of hyperglycemia. If sweetness isn’t your style, I’d urge you to make your way to the nearest exit. Really. Hurry.
For a short month, February makes a lot of noise. But then, February does hang out with Bear.
Kittens, this is a special day. It’s March. It’s the feast day of St. Albinus. But, most pertinent to the cats and you and me, it’s Ash Wednesday…and Meteorological Spring.
Sidewinder is not quite certain what sort of party he’s been invited to. He is absolutely certain, however, that you’re invited, too…and it’s gonna be strange.
If humans were felines, most of you crazy characters reading these words would be full-grown cats.* That’s good. That’s excellent. Cats like you and I do the laundry and call our senators and have the skills that pay the bills. But make no mistake: a little kitten shall lead us all.
Human beings are really into ranks and scales and Being Important. Cats prefer to fling our low-minded hierarchies into the deepest, darkest pit.
Oh, February fourteenth, you freighted day, you. With so many red velvet follies and long-stemmed feats of sappiness afoot, it’s a good thing we have cats to keep us well.