October 2013 gave us many gifts.
Leaves the color of honey. Sweater weather. The monumental cultural achievement of Bad Grandpa.
But most importantly, October gave us news…about cats:
Adopted: Kelly, Sinatra, Alonzo, Sabrina, Yelena, Tom, Flower & Peggy Sue (together)
Banished to Ringworm: Camille (still), Tinkerbell (again)
Promoted to the Community Room: Milan, Skyler, Marie
Promoted to the Lounge: Gingko
Promoted to Heaven: Popeye, Gunther
Stuff That Didn’t Happen: An apocalyptic storm. Way to break a craptacular streak, October! Here’s to 400,000,000 more Octobers before the next Jersey-smashing, head-lamp-imposing storm.
With that, we ease on into November like a deep sip of pumpkin latte. Thanks for the memories, October. November cats, we’ve got your backs.
*We don’t usually elaborate much in the Epilogues, but here I must. Popeye was one of those monumental souls who was meant to be a Tabby’s Place cat. By the time the old boy got to us, he was a set of bones draped in white-and-black fur, purring and head-butting with all his frail might. His oral cancer was so outrageously advanced that he was only with us a few hours before we had to let him go. But Popeye seized every iota of love out of life, and in those final hours with us he made up for lost time. We are so glad he was ours and we were his.
Photo credits from de top: mighty volunteer Jess x2, Flangela. That wide-eyed wonder in the top thumbnail is crazy-fabulous Marie.