October and all of its surprises are in the books.
The next time we epilogue together, we’ll have an election and a feast and a smorgasbord of angst behind us. But first, we honor October and its thousand gilded leaves. By which, of course, I mean cats:
Promoted to the Lobby: Nanette, OJ
Stuff We Learned: If you save a cat from a dumpster, you will name that cat after your daughter. If you name that cat after your daughter, you will foster that cat. If you foster that cat, you will adopt that cat. (And if you give a mouse a cookie, that mouse will be fattened up for that cat to eat, but that’s another story.)
We’re just one long, collective sigh of relief away from a fresh, new,
post-apocalyptic post-election season, kittens. That should prove once and for all: together, we can get through anything and come out singing. And a little cat shall lead us all.
All photos by Mark. Isn’t Mark awesome? Mark for President. Please.