This time ten years ago, we’d never have guessed that someday we would all gobble Greek yogurt and hashtag everything. This time two years ago, we didn’t know Bubbles or Riley or Chewbacca-mask lady. This time last year, some of our favorite people were just getting ready to get down.
It’s August, kittens. August. The month of pterodactyl-sized bugs and Venus-high heat and the first flirtations with fall.
If you’re reading this post, you’re doing July right. Before you can properly celebrate Independence Day, Bastille Day, and Tapioca Pudding Day, you must know how the cats spent all the days of June.