Stunny
Sunshine on your shoulders makes you happy. Sunny on your shoulders makes you bloody.
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Home to the head of the class, part I
The freshman class is matriculating. Orientees are orientating. And graduates of Tabby’s Place are celebrating.
Geriatric throw-down
That title isn’t exactly accurate. Geriatric throw-downs, plural, endless in plurality, would be more like it.
Sometimes we just don’t know
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.
Epilogues: July 2017
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.
Forever Loved: Henrietta
Every cat is unique. Every cat is unrepeatable. But some cats fly their unique flag higher than heaven itself.
In an (Ivy) league of their own
Porches and summers go together. One geriatric gent savored eleven summers porchside…but 2017 would be a different summer altogether.
Tara Talk guest post: Panic on Pride Rock
Your editrix interjects: Once again, we are honored to welcome volunteer/adopter/invincibly awesome person Tara to draw us deeper into the mysteries of one Simba Rosenberg… …and this time, as a glamorous bonus, one loopy, lovely Leah. Take it away, Tara. – A.H.