Epilogues: November 2019

Epilogues: November 2019

Don’t let commercials about rich people getting Christmas Cadillacs make you cynical.

These are, in fact, the days of miracle and wonder. And I’ve got 120 cats to back me up.

Mallard wishes to remind you: you always have the option to lard around laudably

I’m all for being honest about the clinging blues and the agonizing expectations of The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. I believe in being honest and true and embracing what is rather than what Norman Rockwell would have painted. Our world is imperfect; we are all hurting in our own ways; all is not calm and bright.

But, oh my stars, it is wondrous anyway.

Wherever this madcap month may bring you, the cats and I cherish you, and we charge you: lean into your longings. Light the candles. Pray the novenas. Don’t doubt yourself when you hear the angels sing.

Or, you can simply exude magnificence, Cece-style.

Remember that, even when the Tofurky burns and the cookies crumble, this time of year keeps its promise: the Light has come, and the darkness cannot understand or overcome it. We have been made eternally un-alone, and there’s nothing we can do to turn ourselves unlovable.

Not even bungling the lights so badly a fireball shoots out of the wall. But that’s another story.

And as stories go, November was a novel. Here we go:

Arrived: Wally, Samantha, Clarence, Clara, Wilson, Carley, Lulu, Amy, Tiggs, Nikki, Luna, Sesame

If all else fails, just follow Rascal, our collective life coach.

Adopted: Marty, Katie, Gregory, Mackenzie, Froggie, Janelle, Inigo Montoya, Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Kermit, Jinx, Norah, Corvus (pictured in top thumbnail), Etta, Mercury, Ida, Bruce, Justin, Edmond, Gazelle, Moose, Impala, Mallard, Cece, Betty, Daphne

Returned: Michelin

Cleared from Quarantine: Martini, Smokey Joe, Bobby

Promoted to the Bungalow of Bugsy: Koda

Promoted to the Community Room: Moira

Promoted to The Offices of (Jonathan) Rosenberg & (Stafford) Rosenberg, LLC: Shiny

Stuff We Learned: You can live your whole (long) life not being known, but fear not: your day will come. If 14-plus-year-old, entirely male Bobby could live approximately 14 years under the alias of a “very young” female cat (we don’t get the math, either), you can bust loose from your convolutions, too.

2 thoughts on “Epilogues: November 2019

  1. Wonderful list of adoptions – cats and awesome adopters are going to have their best Christmas ever! And Bobby didn’t mind being called by a sissy name – He knew Tabby’s Place could see the his real name “Bobby” written next to his picture in “Old Possum’s Book Of Practical Cats”.

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