Gras-est in class
It’s Fat/Shrove/Gras Tuesday/Mardi. That means but one thing.
1 Comment
Impatience
Loving other creatures is not for the faint of heart. As we relearned too well this week, love can leach our tears and our wails and our patience.
Epilogues: July 2017
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.
Epilogues: May 2017
June is arguably the best of months. It has the Strawberry Moon. It has the promise that you will always be a bride. It has Wonder Woman.*
Epilogues: April 2017
April, sweet April, T.S. Eliot had you all wrong. You’re not the cruellest month. You’re not trying to show us fear in a handful of dust.
The yearlings
This time ten years ago, we’d never have guessed that someday we would all gobble Greek yogurt and hashtag everything. This time two years ago, we didn’t know Bubbles or Riley or Chewbacca-mask lady. This time last year, some of our favorite people were just getting ready to get down.
Heirloom hopes
If you want to be with it, go little and local. Local produce. Local economy. Local artists. Think global, act local, be hipstery in the happiest ways. Lucky you: Tabby’s Place has a bumper crop of artisinal organic heirloom cats.
Epilogues: July 2015
It’s August, kittens. August. The month of pterodactyl-sized bugs and Venus-high heat and the first flirtations with fall.
Epilogues: June 2015
If you’re reading this post, you’re doing July right. Before you can properly celebrate Independence Day, Bastille Day, and Tapioca Pudding Day, you must know how the cats spent all the days of June.