April, sweet April, T.S. Eliot had you all wrong.
You’re not the cruellest month.
You’re not trying to show us fear in a handful of dust.
You just have more questions than answers. But you also have more tulips than Tiny Tim, so we’ll resist the urge to flick your questions aside with our tails.
We’ll just answer you with fields of feline flowers:
Arrived: Candace, Bebe, Merriweather, Callie, Walter, Scotty
Adopted: Wilbur, Margo, Eno, Claudia, Fredrick, David & Jonesy (together), Owen, Chloe, Tiger, Winston, Tex
Returned: Nike & Reebok (together), Archer
Cleared from Quarantine: Alexis, Rebel, Tarzan, Sugar
Banished to Ringworm: NOOOOOO ONE.
Friendlified Beyond All Imagining: The T-Cats. How do you go from Saddam Hussein to Shirley Temple, from Hannibal Lecter to Hello Kitty? Only Tesseract, Tex, Torus, Tagalog and Tensor know.
Promoted to the Lounge: Sugar, Puzzle
Promoted/Demoted/Moved About Like Sofas On Sliders Elsewhere: Everyone. Every. One. Seriously: ev-e-ry-one from Darcy to Danielle, Coal to Karina, Angelo to Angela. Ergo, I’ll skip the usual Promoted portion of this Epilogue, as it would be easier to say who hasn’t moved. Stay tuned for dancing details on all those moves.
Promoted to Heaven: Raja, Sweet Pea
So come on out of the waste land, kittens. The long winter is over; the season for singing has come.
Thank you for this update when we know you have been so busy! Wonderful to hear about adoptions of a dozen lucky kitties – from Tabby’s Place to wonderful forever homes. But Sweet Pea. Beautiful black housepanther ladycat. We had hoped there would be more time. Rest in peace, sweetheart.