For a short month, February makes a lot of noise.
But then, February does hang out with Bear.
You don’t need a full month, not even a skinny sort like February, to win and lose a Best Picture Oscar, or eat so many conversation hearts that you need a whole bottle of Tums (which happen to be the same thing), or to get your heart broken and re-re-re-repaired by cats.
Speaking of whom…
Returned: Margo, Kaycee
Banished to Ringworm: NOOOOOOOOO ONE.
Cleared from Ringworm: Antimony
Promoted to the Heaven: Gloria, Wilhelmina
Stuff We Learned: According to the Law of Conservation of Bossy Brown Female FIV+ Tabbies, Sherbet cannot, under any circumstances, be without a bossy brown tabby female FIV+ roommate at any time, or else the universe will implode upon itself. QED. Details to follow next week…
*Yes, gentle reader, you are reading these names correctly. We now have cats named for, oh, you know, the four-dimensional analog of the cube, and the Austronesian basis of the standard national language of the Philippines. Because that makes sense. These names were bestowed by the same people who still mock me for having named cats “Jean Valjean” and “Eponine.” THE VERY SAME PEOPLE, PEOPLE. The struggle is real.