April, April, you merry little month. You bring us wicker baskets of blossoms, and wry wailing winds to whirl them all away.
As you surely know, our country — that is, the United States of America — is presently closed. It’s Government Shutdown time, and it’s a cryin’ shame.* Fortunately, Tabby’s Place is a sovereign nation.
Kittens seem to embrace the “live fast, die young” philosophy of the adolescent and the invincible. But that’s never, ever, ever meant to be literal. It is with shock and sorrow that I must report our Florence has left us.
Welcome to a new year. We did it. We survived goodbyes, “good” and otherwise. We survived the election and the superstorm. We survived Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez’s breakup. We survived the Mayan apocalypse. We survived the demise of Twinkies.
I’ve always thought Thanksgiving is the purest holiday. The cats agree. Our reasons differ.
At the risk of offending every cat who ever thought he was the sun, I have an announcement to announce. It’s not all about us.