Epilogues: March 2014
We did it, kittens. We marched forth. We outlasted the year that seemed like always winter and never Christmas. And now, Aslan is on the move. Now, wild dingoes couldn’t keep us from blooming.
We did it, kittens. We marched forth. We outlasted the year that seemed like always winter and never Christmas. And now, Aslan is on the move. Now, wild dingoes couldn’t keep us from blooming.
Today marks the eve of Lent, that serious season when folks make a spiritual practice of fasting from such things as injustice and selfishness and chocolate and Facebook. But before all that introspective stuff, folks get fat, Tuesday-style. So, of course, do cats.
Sometimes we are given impossible instructions. “Do not heckle the sub tomorrow,” says your 7th-grade teacher. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” says the clod about to tell you your hair looks like Brillo. “Respond to this in dignified fashion,” say the 100,000 people who signed the official government petition to deport Justin Bieber. And, […]
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.
It has come. October. But before we can properly begin the month of Tabby’s Place’s 10th anniversary and our 1st Halloween in three years without a major natural disaster, we’ve got some ‘splaining to do about September.