Epilogues: January 2022

Epilogues: January 2022

January hath given, and January hath taken away.

January hath given us Zebra Cake ice cream, and January hath taken away all remaining laughable attempts by our species to appear dignified.

January hath taken away our queen Betty White (and our gentle jester Louie Anderson, and our soaring bard Meat Loaf), and January hath given Betty White the ultimate heavenly birthday gift. (Let all bards and bodacious beasts sing evermore of the Betty White Challenge, in which 285 of you angels donated a total of $10,584 on one glorious day.)

I’m not saying that Frankie and Frank Sinatra are the same individual, but have you ever seen them in the same room at the same time? Just askin’.

January hath given us a thousand thousand choices — to love or to hide? to do homework or make snow angels? to resolve ourselves to dry salads or to rejoice in the fact that Zebra Cake ice cream has six gooey companions? — and January hath taken away a thousand thousand regrets.

So let’s give some grace to most people’s least favorite month. January has feelings, too. January, known to Emmanuel Macron and his amis as Janvier, would like for us to call it “Javier” and give it greater respect.

Which we will, because of all of Javier’s Janvier cats:

Arrived: Frankie, Jeannie, Archie, Cole, Bookie, William, Fergie, Matteo, Magellan


Adopted: Mr. Thief and J’Happy (TOGETHER YES OF COURSE TOGETHER YES I AM YELLING CAN YOU HEAR ME FROM OMAN?), Drummer, Dunebug, Astell, Alessandra, Maurizio, Guava, Armadillo, Rodeo, Patrizia, Greylie, Honeydew, Heather Anne, Faith, Blueberry, Taco Bella, Lemmy, Adare, Kinvara

Returned: Diane

Banished to Ringworm Quarantine: Rawlings

Freed from Ringworm Quarantine: Verde

Forever Foster Fabulosity: William, with the well-nigh angelic Karina

Promoted to the Dubious Domain of the Development Director: Bartholomew

Promoted to Heaven: Queen Bucca the Good and Great

Stuff we learned: You can survive the unimaginable. You can, and you will, like it or not. You will never be the same, but that’s as it should be. And that, for today, is all I’m going to say about that.

January hath given us a thousand opportunities, and January hath borne away our thousand mistakes on its snowy white wings.

Instant Valentines (and co-conspirators, and commiserators regarding the strangeness of occupying the Development office) Finola and Bartholomew. Who said love was blind?

May we take all the good, which is ours to keep forever.

May we give back the griefs, our tears in a bottle that January will keep safe on its shelf.

And look! There, in the sky, a great pterodactyl named February is flying in.

Let’s give it our all, kittens.

PS: Let the record clearly show that volunteer photographers Ruth, John, and Rob are three of the coolest, kindest, most gifted and all-around glorious human beans who ever trod the earth. This is a considerable understatement.

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