You are not the last of your kind
If you ever wondered if yours is the last heart that bleeds and sings, often at the same time, be of good cheer: it is not. You have an entire village with hearts shaped like yours. It’s called Tabby’s Place.
Epilogues: September 2022
Summon the cymbals and tympanis of autumn. This, kittens, was The Month. I don’t mean the month in which fall fell into place, although that’s grand. I don’t mean the month in which the universe bestowed us with Snoop Loopz cereal, although that’s transcendent. I don’t mean the month in which Tabby’s Place hosted both […]