O! Planet October, how did you enter our orbit? There we were, Septembering along like woolly bear caterpillars, when POOF! you filled the sky and turned our world upside-down. And now, O! October! Here we are with stars in our eyes and stomachs full of butterflies and so many shouts and sighs, I don’t know […]
Summon the cymbals and tympanis of autumn. This, kittens, was The Month. I don’t mean the month in which fall fell into place, although that’s grand. I don’t mean the month in which the universe bestowed us with Snoop Loopz cereal, although that’s transcendent. I don’t mean the month in which Tabby’s Place hosted both […]
We are fast approaching two of the coolest days on the calendar. No, not Mischief Night and Halloween. All Saints and All Souls.
The Lounge has changed. The Lounge has not changed. The Lounge is complicated.
March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.
Tell me, please. How is it that you can lose and lose and never be empty?
Even when we expect an exit, we’re not entirely ready. Not emotionally. Not viscerally. And not literarily.
“Boring cats”? You know and I know that there is no such thing. Except that there is, and it’s a glorious thing.
So let’s say you’re old — somewhere between Bernie Sanders-old and Brontosaurus-old. Let’s say you’re a little bit decrepit. OK, maybe more than a little. Where are ya gonna live?
There are months that wound and months that heal. November 2015 did both.