Forever Loved: Pancake
It is and isn’t worse when it’s a kitten. People do and don’t understand.
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Editor’s note: If you like hope, joy, and/or smiling uncontrollably, you are in the right place. Thank you to our dear AwesomeAdopters “M+M” for this excellent update on L+L. Yours is the kind of love that keeps us going at Tabby’s Place every day. XO, AT
“New” is notable. “New” makes lists. “New” sells. “Old” waits. “Old” knows. “Old” holds onto keepsakes. You are reading this because you hold hands with “old.”
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.