Marmalade laureate
Don’t call it a misspelling. It’s a poet’s prerogative to play with language like a Slinky.
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Don’t call it a misspelling. It’s a poet’s prerogative to play with language like a Slinky.
Fact: the cats most likely to get FIV are unneutered, rambling, gambling males. Fact: most residents of Suite FIV at Tabby’s Place are now-neutered, reformed rambling, gambling males.
Let’s get this out of the way first: “Hodie” is not the name of a current Tabby’s Place cat. We should remedy that. By the end of this post, I hope you’ll agree.
Cats are gleefully non-self-explanatory. So it’s only right that their names are often shrouded in mystery.
Good things happen in June. Good things also happen in eleven other months, but there’s something about June that just makes you want to…sing-a. Especially when it starts on a Friday, and you’re alive, and you live in a world in which cats exist.
“It’s gonna be May.” – Justin Timberlake “It already is.” – Angela Hartley and 120 cats
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
The measure of a year depends entirely on the scale. For thirteen lucky cats, 2016 was the grandest year of all.
October and all of its surprises are in the books. Cubs in the Series. Cats in girdles. Swiss-cheesey holes in undisclosed locations.
In one of the greatest books of all time, one of the greatest characters of all time said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” That makes two of us, Anne Shirley. After all, Octobers include cats.