Never let anyone tell you that cats are immune to New Year’s resolutions. The moment applications opened to drive the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile, the Tabby’s Place cats instantly, collectively developed goals. Resolved to support them, I have just signed 100 reference letters.
Let it never be said that May is monotone. Stuff went down this past month, kittens. Billy Ray Cyrus returned to the radio, achy-breaking all of our ears if not our spirits. The President of the United States of America presented a very large trophy to a very large man at the Grand Sumo tournament. […]
You were not wrong to think that things could change. You were not wrong to want more than you’d let yourself want before.
Ours is the instant age. Instant pots. Instagrams. Instant gratification of every greedy, grasping gradation. But cats prickle at our pace.
“It’s gonna be May.” – Justin Timberlake “It already is.” – Angela Hartley and 120 cats
“April is the cruelest month.” – T.S. Eliot “T.S. Eliot is incorrect.” – Angela Hartley and 120 cats
Oh December. Just when we’re ready to write you off as a dastardly doer of dastardly deeds, you give us a thrill of hope, and some out-of-season kittens.
It’s true, kittens. We almost forgot to remember November.
Some feats of awesomeness happen quickly. Think of dropping Mentos into a can of Diet Coke. Others take some time: making vegan Coq au Vin. (It can be done.) Training for the decathlon. Making your home in someone’s heart. Becoming tame.
Awesome: a sweet adoption. Awesome squared: BFF felines adopted together. Awesome to the nth degree: regular, glorious photo updates on those very BFFs gobbling up the joy they deserve.