Hodie
Let’s get this out of the way first: “Hodie” is not the name of a current Tabby’s Place cat. We should remedy that. By the end of this post, I hope you’ll agree.
Let’s get this out of the way first: “Hodie” is not the name of a current Tabby’s Place cat. We should remedy that. By the end of this post, I hope you’ll agree.
It’s the Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi. It’s the eve of Tabby’s Place’s 15th anniversary. I’ll let my words be few.
I don’t know about you, kittens, but I’m at the breaking point. Breaking news. Shattering stories. From every screen, every speaker, it just…keeps…shouting. Some of it is news. Some of it is smoke. All of it is exhausting. It’s time we said “ENOUGH YET ALREADY!” and broke some news of our own.
We are In It. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year(TM). The Holiday Season. The ThankChanChriKwaNewYear pentathlon of extravagance and emotion and love and angst. The cats have not noticed.
It’s a new day at Tabby’s Place. The sun is shining. The leaves are gold-glimmering. The Lobby is luminous with shenanigans.
Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
It is 5,059 miles from Istanbul, Turkey to Ringoes, New Jersey. For astonishing Anka, it wasn’t an inch too far.