Memento vive
Today we remember. We remember battles and sacrifices, blooming in fields of freedom. We remember the quiet heroics of another species of warrior.
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Today we remember. We remember battles and sacrifices, blooming in fields of freedom. We remember the quiet heroics of another species of warrior.
There are no sub-spectacular cats at Tabby’s Place – or anywhere else. But even among a species of stars, Cali stood apart. We’ve loved and lost one of the great ones.
There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place. That’s true in at least two senses.
Who knows what dreams may be had under the couch? All I can say is that they must be sweet, because all those days spent under the couch and dreaming have led to some stellar waking hours for Eloise and Lady Grey.
The great philosopher Burt Bacharach once opined, “Only love can break a heart. Only love can mend it again.” Clearly Webster has his heart turned to that station, because new love is healing his hurts day by day.
Maybe they need therapy. Then again, when you’re in (stereotypical) therapy, you – the human bean – are lying on a couch, right? So maybe living under the couch is Eloise & Lady Grey’s way of telling us they think we need therapy?