I miss Max. There is zero chance that I’m the only one who feels this way. (Editor’s note: Accurate. — A.H.)
It is my solemn privilege to remind you today that you are the human equivalent of 2,000 chocolate bars. I hope you already knew that.
You’ve done it; I’ve done it; I strongly suspect we will both do it again. I’m talking about talking trash about 2020. I think we might have overdone it just a touch.
It’s in the jokes-in-your-head that no one else hears. (“This new loofah just might be the LOOF OF MY LIFE!”) It’s in the perfect hair days seen only by the Amazon delivery man. (“Lookin’ spiffy, Ma’am.”) But is happiness unshared ergo unreal?
If you aren’t familiar with J.J. Abrams and Jordan Peele (in alphabetical order to be fair), now is a good time to get up to speed. G’head…I’ll wait.
Oh kittens. It is my sweet privilege to bring you a great many great and glorious things on this blog. But what you are about to experience is surely a peak Felis Catus moment.
This snow kitten is 100% ready for cooler weather. The invigorating nip in the air; the burst of colors in shades of gold, bronze, red, yellow, and orange; plaid flannel.
“Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.” – Annette Funicello “Excellence I can reach for; perfection is God’s business.” – Michael J. Fox “Amen to all that.” – Sunflower and Olivia Rosenberg
Nineteen years. That’s how long it’s been since the invincible towers fell. This grief is two years older than Tabby’s Place itself.