There was no time. Not a smidge. There were only twelve smidgens, and numerous adults. When there is no time, everyone feels like a smidgen.
Sometimes the button says “Donate.” Sometimes it says “Give.” But you know, and I know, that “Cherish” is the word.
If you are trying to get somewhere fast, don’t take Berry. If you are trying to get somewhere sweet, he’s your man.
You have been waiting all your life for this day. I am not exaggerating. I am telling the truth. I am being Corny. This is your day to be Corny, too. Today is the day to Cherish the Kittens.
Purr, and the world purrs with you. Hiss, and you’ve got a parking space at Tabby’s Place.
“Cherish the kittens.” It seems obvious. Obvious enough to be absurd. Obvious enough to be obscene. But then again, you and I are covered in eyes.
When nobody knows your name, you cock your ear at every small sound. Could that be the call? Might those be the syllables that circle you at last? When nobody knows your name, you’re still somebody.
Luck is fine, if your aspirations are modest. Luck may win the MegaMillions. But luck is far too little for a kitten.