In the immortal words of Tom Petty, “some days are diamonds; some days are rocks.” And some months are ossified turds.* September, you thieving, grieving month, we’re looking at you.
There is no good way to lose a cat. Preparation doesn’t make us prepared. Sudden loss doesn’t spare us long grief. There is no good way.
Three million humans are expected to attend the Macy’s 4th of July Fireworks. Five hundred thousand humans will be at the Boston Pops Fireworks Spectacular. But the humans who are both rad and awesome are right here, checking out what went boom in the Tabby’s Place cats’ world this month.
Annie is not interested in going viral. Annie is not concerned with how many retweets she can get.* Annie is all about the business of living.
Tra-la… It’s May, which means spring is about to get real. We’re talking dogwoods. Tulips. Hydrangeas. And kittens. Baby kittens. Bring on the brain-liquefying, IQ-annihilating powers of kittens and their nuclear cuteness.
We did it, kittens. We marched forth. We outlasted the year that seemed like always winter and never Christmas. And now, Aslan is on the move. Now, wild dingoes couldn’t keep us from blooming.