Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Grief Conquered
Grief is not a discrete moment. It is a persistent weight.
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Geege
Good morning, dear Gigi. Forgive my peasant ways. Here I am, rushing in on a first-name basis, wearing a sweatshirt with a marinara stain from 2007, forgetting to curtsy. I’m not even sure what title befits your dignity. Should I address you as Your Eminence? Is it Your Grace? Or may I call you Geege?
Gigi: loved beyond a lifetime
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.
Epilogues: August 2013
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.
No more kings
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?
Gratuitous cat photos of the day: All things new edition
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.