All twelve days of Christmas are long over. It is still winter. Much is over; much is yet to come.
Oh, Honey. You were ready for things to be permanently different. But here you are in 2021, still waiting.
Any self-respecting cat would never buy a bushel and a half of horse apples for 3 people, not even to can applesauce and bake cake. No single cat that has ever existed in the entire universe (they are out of this world!) would ever think that was a suitable amount of apples per capita.
Eating season during an eating year (COVID 15 anyone?) leaves many of us in a perpetual state of being half full. This is true of our bellies and our minds. No time to fully digest everything before the next thing to swallow gets shoved down our throats or dumped into our over-taxed heads.
How are you holding up, kittens? Are grit and grace and determination holding you together like so much magical nougat, or is the cheese sliding off your cracker?
There are times when breathing isn’t particularly easy. The world can take one’s breath away through the beauty of a vista, the thrill of an achievement, or the fear of what may come. Sometimes we can’t breathe for laughing. Those are the best times.
Syringe or jigger, vaccine or booze, if it was a shot, then 2020 was THE year. Personally, I prefer the jigger-kind and probably had a few too many tequila shots in college, but 2020 was very different.
I don’t know about you, kittens, but I hurl a whole lot of love into the abyss. Actually, I do know about you. I know very much about you. (I do not intend this to be creepy.) I know that you are some of the bravest love-hurlers I will ever know. (Case in point: I […]