The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.
There are songs about winter, spring and fall. But there are songs about summer. And that’s no coincidence.
I sure hope you didn’t reckon on fishin’ this weekend. Sure, it’s flounder season and all. But the weather is wet and woolly, with wee ones more wondrous than all the ocean.
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.*
The cats would like you to know they sincerely believe in you, and they believe 2014 is going to be Your Year. You’re finally going to finish The Brothers Karamazov. You’re going to beat level 103 of Candy Crush. You’re going to find out what the fox says. But first, there’s the small matter of […]
Mashed taters: eaten. Great uncles and aunties: kissed. November: accomplished.