Buongiorno, kittens. Just when your patience for my prattle might be wearing thin, I’m thrilled to present you with a grand surprise: an update on Tabby’s Place alumnus Inigo Montoya.
How are you holding up, kittens? Are you seeking the good? Are you finding sparks of light? Are you running down the street in your pajamas howling while clutching your favorite cat and your last roll of toilet paper and screaming “KENNNNNNNY ROOOOGGGERS!” Or are you a little of all the above?
It’s my earnest hope that you’re finding inspiration in all manner of windows right now.
We are remarkable creatures, you and me. That’s not only because we’re exceptionally good-looking and sweet-smelling and love cats more than air. It’s because we’re human beans.
I have an idea. (Cotton inspired it.) Let’s run rings around each other.
I’ve been hemming and hawing over how much to talk about it here. You know, that thing. That pandemic.
Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. We have a choice in how we’ll be changed.
They’re not here yet. But there’s no question: they are coming.
First things first: nobody knows exactly where this all goes. Not you. Not me. Not even, on this rare occasion, the cats.
This, my dears, was no ordinary February. This was the big one.