Summer may be cooling down, but Suite B is heating up. At least, it’s heating up in the province of Leah‘s mind. In this round of Tara Talk, our Simba-smitten volunteer offers advice for Simba’s not-quite-lover. Write on, Tara.
The freshman class is matriculating. Orientees are orientating. And graduates of Tabby’s Place are celebrating.
That title isn’t exactly accurate. Geriatric throw-downs, plural, endless in plurality, would be more like it.
It would be easier, neater, if we could map all the outcomes before we did any of the intakes. To play nothing by ear. To get caught off-guard exactly 0% of the time. To hedge every bet, tighten every loose end, prevent — at least anticipate — every heartache.
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.
Every cat is unique. Every cat is unrepeatable. But some cats fly their unique flag higher than heaven itself.
Porches and summers go together. One geriatric gent savored eleven summers porchside…but 2017 would be a different summer altogether.