Jerome for the home
Abandon all decorum, ye who enter here. This is Jerome‘s home, and we are but guests.
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Jerome for the home
Abandon all decorum, ye who enter here. This is Jerome‘s home, and we are but guests.
Cut the mist
Hazey asked me to tell you that she hates kittens. Hazey asked me to tell you that she is, and I quote, “punk rock.” Hazey asked me to tell you that she is so punk rock, the earth opens up and releases dinosaurs when she walks by. Hazey asked me not to tell you that […]
Where there’s a Wilson
“How was I not informed about Wilson?” Our Senior Veterinary Technician was indignant. She churned with righteous indignation. Her hoodie was coated in a downy layer of grey fur.
Do you remember Magda and Polly?
Much will be asked of you today. Sweep the Cheerios from the kitchen floor. Click all the pictures of stoplights. Deliver meat nuggets to a cat who thinks he is Caligula. Remember Magda.
Forever Loved: Beckett
They said he would not live. They said he could not see. They say loss is softer when you are “prepared.”
Epilogues: October 2023
Oh, kittens. The situation is dire. The cats have called a special session of Tabby’s Place Parliament. The issue at hand: whether they can forgive us for October 2023.
Forever Loved: Hattie and Aslan
How can you possibly write an obituary for a stranger? Only when they’re a friend.
Wearing fear
The pumpkins are fat. The skeletons are thin. The cats’ patience is wearing thinner. The cats are wearing clothes.
As long as we have light
When you are full of light, you are not afraid to fall. When you are Photini, you are not afraid, full stop.
In times like these
October holds our hand so we’re not too scared to walk into the cold. She blesses the dark with orange and gold. She Halloweens us. She presses our trembling fingers into November’s paw, a knot of Saints and Souls. And in November, we remember: we are always living in Times Like These.