There’s something about September that makes us wistful.
By “us,” naturally, I mean exclusively humans. Cats are mercifully devoid of all the wist that twists us in nostalgic knots.
But for our humble species, September’s sweetness and beauty and heartbreaking speed make us sing sentimental songs. I’m convinced this isn’t entirely because the month’s name rhymes with “remember;” this is a coincidence that’s just all too perfect.
So we’ll try to remember, even though this was admittedly not the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow.
We’ll keep letting love change the minds of pretenders long into October and, heaven help us, November.
And we will celebrate every iota of every action of every cat at Tabby’s Place. Join me:
Arrived: Orzo, Stanley, Cinnamon Raisin, Garlic, Everything (yes we have a cat named Everything YES WE HAVE A CAT NAMED EVERYTHING YES I AM YELLING), Modelo, Potato, Dakota, Alaska, Bianca, Flipflop, Fiesta, Crunchwrap, Utah, Wyoming, Hanani, Cody, Jessie, Tyson
Adopted: Honey, Baguette, Harvest, Shelby, Minnie, Stella, Coco, Oscar, Midnight, Twister, Snoop, Bebe
Cleared from Quarantine: Indiana, Thurman, Burger, Candy, Cherry, Toffee, Miranda
Promoted to the Community Room: Paige
Promoted to Heaven: Ale, Potato, Billy Jean
October needs you, kittens. We shall not yet speak of November. Just try to remember the cats. Try to remember, and follow.