Maybe tomorrow
All twelve days of Christmas are long over. It is still winter. Much is over; much is yet to come.
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All twelve days of Christmas are long over. It is still winter. Much is over; much is yet to come.
I don’t know about you, kittens, but I hurl a whole lot of love into the abyss. Actually, I do know about you. I know very much about you. (I do not intend this to be creepy.) I know that you are some of the bravest love-hurlers I will ever know. (Case in point: I […]
Be it known that November 2020 has come, November 2020 has gone, November 2020 will not be back again. You and me and the cats, though? We’re still here.
This lemony year has taken many things from us, while simultaneously hoarding all the sugar and Splenda so as to prevent us from making lemonade. But what do Tabby’s Place kittens do with lemons? They throw them out the window and make some righteous tuna salad.
We all have atrocious days. Sometimes they make up a whole week…or more.
“The Final Countdown” may be your #1 favorite song. You may enjoy using words like “ergo” and “hence” as frequently as possible. You may only and always consume day-old bagels (and pronounce them “beggles”). You may stop what you’re doing every day at noon to pray for the Pope’s sciatica. You cannot possibly be too […]