There’s no beating around this bristly, brutal bush.
August 2018 dealt some awfulness in extremis at Tabby’s Place.
Loss after loss after blinding loss left us spinning and slack-jawed and clinging to any comforts we could find (each other, the nearest living cats, Twizzlers, very loud very angry folk rock on the ride home…).
But woe to us if we stash August away with only scorn and sorrow.
In the midst of heart-maiming grief, August delivered monumental feline majesty.
Don’t believe me? Just watch:
Arrived: Tempeh; Suzy; Samuel; Sauerkraut; Heinz; Hunts; Catsup; Ketchup; Relish; Scooby; Delilah; Sullivan; Abalone; Kira; Bia; Capella; Colleen; Taylor; Manny; Sookie; Bill; Honey Mustard; Dijon; Lettuce; Tomato; Vidalia; Grey Poupon; Coleman; Kraft; Maritza; Gulden; Primrose; Finnick; Katniss; Effie; Stafford; Leo; Louie
Adopted: Raj & Bernadette (together); Madeline; Stockton; Bartleby; Patella; Femur & Phalange (together); Houdini; Jax; Fibula; Fate; Gia; Leslie; Poppy; Tink; Pierce; Talia; Nala; Macaroon; Penny; Butternut
Returned: NOOOOO ONE.
Banished to Ringworm: NOOOOOOOOO ONE!
Promoted to the Lobby: Rose
Stuff We Learned: We cannot be trusted in the matter of naming cats. Obviously. If we could, the Mustard Maniacs would certainly include an Inglehoffer.
May the spirits of St. Augustine, Leo the Lion, and 120 Tabby’s Place royals be with you as you skateboard into September, kittens.