Epilogues: May 2024
You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
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You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
Happy First and Last February Second of 2024! Maurice and his confrères welcome you to the new. Cats love new years. They love them so much, they celebrate them on a rolling basis. But cats hate resolutions. They hate them so much, they are here to save us from them, at great personal cost.
Don’t let commercials about rich people getting Christmas Cadillacs make you cynical. These are, in fact, the days of miracle and wonder. And I’ve got 120 cats to back me up.
The clocks are changing. The colors are changing. And you and me and 125 cats…we’re changing, too.
Here’s something worth thinking about. If you meet someone named Gus, is it short for August, Augustine, Augustus, or Asparagus?
Let it never be said that May is monotone. Stuff went down this past month, kittens. Billy Ray Cyrus returned to the radio, achy-breaking all of our ears if not our spirits. The President of the United States of America presented a very large trophy to a very large man at the Grand Sumo tournament. […]
An evil kitten? Of course not. That’s a ridiculous question. Right?