Epilogues: June 2019
Summer is serious business. Its questions are timeless: Whatever happened to Frozfruit? Will the song of the summer be “Juice,” “Sucker” or “Old Town Road”? Where have all the kittens gone?
Epilogues: May 2019
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. […]
Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
Epilogues: February 2019
Time marches on. OK, you can pelt me with a cream pie made of sardine paste for that one.
Epilogues: November 2018
There’s just one to go, my little goobers. Month, that is. But it may as well be a moment.
Epilogues: October 2018
November arrives full of “alls.” Yesterday was All Saints Day. (The cats celebrated themselves appropriately.) Today is All Souls Day. (The cats snickered “bless your soul” at us inappropriately.) And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, we’re lavished with the luscious “alls” of 125 Tabby’s Place residents in all their muchness.
Epilogues: September 2018
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled programming with Breaking News. YOU HIT THE LINDA FUND GOAL.
Epilogues: August 2018
There’s no beating around this bristly, brutal bush. August 2018 dealt some awfulness in extremis at Tabby’s Place.