Epilogues: April 2016
April, are you really the cruelest month? You took one Prince, but you gave us another in his bathrobe. You took too many friends, but you promised to return them in an April that will never end.
April, are you really the cruelest month? You took one Prince, but you gave us another in his bathrobe. You took too many friends, but you promised to return them in an April that will never end.
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.
If you wisely observed Mumford Monday this week, you already know we can soon look forward to a song about Broad-Shouldered Beasts.* But did you know there are Tabby’s Place cats singing their own Tabby’s Place songs beyond the gates of Tabby’s Place?
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise: cats are natural-born revolutionaries. With apologies to Che Guevara, all those anti-establishment college students have the wrong face on their T-shirts. If you really want to show the world that you’re against oppression and superficiality, in favor of free-trade everything, and you want to give all the peasants chocolate […]