Epilogues: March 2021
You may be vaccinated. You may be agitated. But spring, and hope, and cats are marching on, and I hope you’ll come along.
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You may be vaccinated. You may be agitated. But spring, and hope, and cats are marching on, and I hope you’ll come along.
How are you holding up, kittens? Are grit and grace and determination holding you together like so much magical nougat, or is the cheese sliding off your cracker?
Some things keep coming back, and we rejoice: Archway Wedding Cake cookies, It’s A Wonderful Life, permission to wear bright red and bright green simultaneously, permission to gush love at people unironically without making them uncomfortable (thank you, The Holiday Season). But some things were never meant to come back.
We are remarkable creatures, you and me. That’s not only because we’re exceptionally good-looking and sweet-smelling and love cats more than air. It’s because we’re human beans.
Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. We have a choice in how we’ll be changed.
Luna did not vote in the New Hampshire primary. Luna did not watch the Oscars. Luna did not miss anything.
There are many ways to mask your identity. One of the most effective: surround yourself with idiots who can’t even recognize you undisguised.
Two words can strike elation into even the hardest heart: kitten season. And, this spring, one of the most gifted writers and volunteers I know is kind enough to chronicle our little ones’ adventures here on Felis Catus. There’s one catch: this dear scribe, hereafter known as Fuzzball, wishes to remain anonymous. So with great joy, I […]