First and last
John Legend songs. Red roses. Abominations committed against marshmallows. It’s Valentine’s Day, with all its mixed feelings. Fortunately, we have Dorito, and Dorito has us.
Epilogues: January 2020
Whereas: January has ended. Whereas: February is a mini-month, even when it leaps. Resolved: Winter is on the run.
Simonized
We’ve been mesmerized and gratified and starry-eyed. We’ve been sermonized and sorely tried and over-simplified. But it’s only in this still-young year that Tabby’s Place has been properly Simonized.
Puddinheads
It has befallen us. This is not a drill. We simultaneously have a Puddin’ and a Dumpling.
The fabric of our lives
The world is large. The world is broken. The world is softly draped in Cotton.
Clar…k
There are many ways to mask your identity. One of the most effective: surround yourself with idiots who can’t even recognize you undisguised.
Forever loved: Puzzle
I had no idea, when I wrote Puzzle’s piece, that last week would be his last. “Here I am!” he cried, triumphant, to the end. “Yet I live!” he sings now, even now.
Here I am!
Certain cats have always been here. Before the foundation of Tabby’s Place was lain; before life dragged any of us bedraggled humans onto the scene; long before there was even a Ringoes, NJ, they were here. Can you blame us for wanting them to always be here?
Positively Periwinkle
Confession: I err on the side of the positive. Perhaps pathologically positive. I will find a way to say something good about vegan cheese, and Cats, and the Department of Motor Vehicles. I will believe there are honest, honorable politicians. I will write, with all my heart, that “Scarywinkle” no longer deserves her nickname.
Ronnie’s shiny new years
New Year has passed. New Year has not yet arrived. Ronnie knows how to rock the in-between.