Epilogues: April
Tra-la… It’s May, which means spring is about to get real. We’re talking dogwoods. Tulips. Hydrangeas. And kittens. Baby kittens. Bring on the brain-liquefying, IQ-annihilating powers of kittens and their nuclear cuteness.
Tra-la… It’s May, which means spring is about to get real. We’re talking dogwoods. Tulips. Hydrangeas. And kittens. Baby kittens. Bring on the brain-liquefying, IQ-annihilating powers of kittens and their nuclear cuteness.
We did it, kittens. We marched forth. We outlasted the year that seemed like always winter and never Christmas. And now, Aslan is on the move. Now, wild dingoes couldn’t keep us from blooming.
Surgeon general’s warning: if you have an allergy to happiness, warm fuzzies and/or having your faith in humanity restored, you may want to avert your eyes from the following.
Gabriel is the only honest-to-goodness angel of the angels. When the litter of four heaven-faced kittens arrived, our initial plan was to name them all after actual angels. But “Uriel” seemed a little too urinary, and somebody complained that “Raphael” was better fit for a turtle of the teenaged mutant ninja variety than a tabby […]