There are people who scare you: dictators, axe murderers, Ronald McDonald. There are people who evoke your sympathy: starving people, lonely people, people enslaved by warlords or warlocks. Then there are the people who fall into both categories simultaneously.
As promised, today you feast on a tale of l’amour vrai. Nothing I could say could conceivably enhance the miracle you’re about to enjoy, and so I hand things over to a gentleman we’ll simply call Monsieur Le Plus Awesome:
This is a public service announcement: you now have one month to finalize your plans for Bastille Day 2014. Time’s wasting, kittens. Fortunately, a certain Tabby’s Place alumna — make that ancienne étudiante — has some inspiration for you.
If you like to sing-a, say, about: 1. The moon-a 2. The June-a and/or 3. The spring-a, you are in luck. May has gone, The June-a has come, and it brings you cat tidings.
We all take shortcuts. Maybe your famous pizza is 100% homemade except for the parts made by Ellio’s.* Maybe you made it all the way through a U.S. History major by remembering the lyrics to We Didn’t Start the Fire. Or maybe you solve all your problems by building a blanket fort.
I’m sure this never happens to you. But sometimes, some humans let their mouths and their egos outrun their smarts and their sanity. Believe it or not, some cats do the same thing.
There is something artificial about setting aside one particular day to remember. Artificial, yes. But also merciful.
Editrix’s note: If you’ve visited our home page recently, you’ve seen a certain Psi taking a certain flight of fancy. Yours is the chance to make Psi fly higher by loving on our Special Needs cats. If you’ve already done so, thank you from the bottom of my happy little heart. Meantime, in honor of […]
We do a great deal of wrestling at Tabby’s Place — with ideas, that is, not with alligators or each other. But perhaps it would be easier to grapple with alligators than some of the conundrums around here.