“April is the cruelest month.” – T.S. Eliot
“T.S. Eliot is incorrect.” – Angela Hartley and 120 cats
April, contrary to that purveyor of jellicle cats, is no cruel character. Nay, after the March we’ve mustered through — 70mph winds! 300′ of snow! The Bachelor! — April approaches the angelic: Hyacinths! Hopefulness! Dairy bars!
And cats. Always the cats. Always here for you, with all-seeing, never-judging eyes. (OK, except for the imperious ones like Eva who will judge the Jell-O out of you at every chance.)
But first, there’s the business of bundling up March’s loose ends:
Cleared from Ringworm: Madeline
Banished to Ringworm: Ronnie
Promoted to the Lobby: Melanie
Self-Promoted to the Lobby: Maria
Let’s embrace April with open arms. I have it on great authority that it’s actually quite kind.