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.
Warning: this post may cause spontaneous and ebullient happy-dances across the land. 😉 It’s now official. Patch and Ginger were reunited on Saturday, and, just two days later, their mama Pat writes in with this update on Ginger, Patch, and their feline housemates Mattie (of whom Patch has apparently become quite enamored in the time […]