The lovers
I want to tell you about the lovers. I do not mean the cats, although they love without calculation.
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I want to tell you about the lovers. I do not mean the cats, although they love without calculation.
Tucker sees lymphoma and laughs, “I’m gonna run you over like a Fanta can!” Tucker sees orange cones and yells “bowling party!” Tucker sees “Road Work” signs and sings, “more time in the car to listen to Willie Nelson! WINNING!”
She did not write with fine point pens. She did not dress in age-appropriate beige. She will not let the colors fade.
There is a time to whisper, and a time to holler. A time for the minuet, and a time for a hootenanny. A time to be discreet, and a time to Echo.
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
We can’t control it. Cats can’t control it. “Control” is a comedic concept at times like these. The typhoon tickles itself, bursting into laughter. The tidal wave breaks the news, and it is more wonderful than our plans. Poncey and Andy get adopted together, and we’re surprised to find ourselves surprised.
We get more than we pay for at Tabby’s Place. But some days, we wish the price was not so high.
Once in a generation, a word is coined to enrich the human condition. One lean addition to the lexicon illuminates the mysteries of existence. The great term of our time is “derpy.”
She was the girl with no name. When no one can call you, anyone can devour you.
Atari was born c. 1972. Atari means “to hit a target.” Atari is associated with good luck.