Epilogues: September 2024
When you are a Tabby’s Place cat, you infuse every square inch of time with importance. There are no mundane months around here. Yet even our gourds and ladies know: there is something about October.
When you are a Tabby’s Place cat, you infuse every square inch of time with importance. There are no mundane months around here. Yet even our gourds and ladies know: there is something about October.
Love has no coupons to give. Love knows nothing of discounts. Love asks everything, but somehow, it does not leave us empty.
If you could see the face of everyone you have yet to love, would you want that preview? If you knew how much love would ask of you, would you choose it anyway?
I would like to thank the unknown genius who named the invisible moon “new.” Selena would like to thank the moon itself.
Oh, Tabby’s Place family! Every cat is galloping with gratitude like never before, because … YOU DID IT!!! But this begs a question. What have you done?
Whether you are an action hero or an armadillo psychologist, your day will come. There will be no mistaking it. You will be asked to stick your neck out.
Every cat at Tabby’s Place is fervently favored. One was Farvently Farvored. No, Officer, I have not been drinking while blogging. Well, no, I can’t exactly walk a straight line. But I can explain.
It’s starting to get awkward. We really need to order Jamie’s business cards. People are asking. People are getting impatient. (People are proficient at getting impatient.) But Jamie can’t decide on her title.
What is the value of a life? Do the planets lean in close when one stray trembles? Is the Northeast Hemisphere brave enough to save a single empress?