The following comes with gracious permission from Gigi‘s adopter, Dave. I could not possibly add to the power of his words, so I gratefully reprint them here in full.
August has left the building. This means it’s time to put away your hot summer fashions, like the classic black knee socks with cargo shorts and Birkenstocks (a look only recommended if you’re a male over age 85 and shaped like Grimace). It also means it’s time for our monthly recap.
The arrival of The World’s Most Famous Infant has people talking about royalty: crowns and Union Jacks and kingly things. People who know about these things say it’s good to be king. To which, as often, the Tabby’s Place cats say: o really?
This is the story of two old ladies.
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.