Epilogues: November 2025
Congratulations, kittens. You made it to Level 12 of 2025.
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Autumn is in the eyes of the beholder. Is it homework, or cardigans with pockets big enough to carry kittens? Is it decay, or farm stands selling warty gourds with googly eyes? Is it the last belch of the year, or a belated beginning?
There is only one month of the year that makes a philosophical statement simply by existing: “May.” Fortunately, one hundred percent of cats make philosophical statements simply by existing.
Following yesterday‘s final photo, you may be asking yourself one question. Who do you think you are, collecting your jar board of hearts? Well, I’ll tell you who we are (and I apologize for the especially cheesy musical reference there). We are the land of 1,000 adoptions.
Apparently the country’s in the very best of hands. They tell me that our debt problems are in the care of a supercommittee. As best I can tell, any committee worthy of being called super must be made up of cats.