Now is not the winter of our discontent. Now is not yet the triumphal procession towards spring. Now is the holy roll of ordinary time at Tabby’s Place.
Carrie Bradshaw can keep her Manolo Blahniks. Taylor Swift can keep her Sneaky Cat Keds. We’ve got all the famous footwear we need with our Sneakers.
We like to keep the ground beneath our feet. We prefer our maps perfect. But sometimes, there be dragons.
Mashed taters: eaten. Great uncles and aunties: kissed. November: accomplished.
It has come. October. But before we can properly begin the month of Tabby’s Place’s 10th anniversary and our 1st Halloween in three years without a major natural disaster, we’ve got some ‘splaining to do about September.
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 will be your last salvo from Felis Catus pre-Christmas.* But before this blog twinkles out for the cool Yule, a reverie for you.
You may be familiar with the league of extraordinary gentlemen. If you’re extra-excellent, you might be a member of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. But you’ve gotta be a breed apart to make your home in the Tabby’s Place lobby.
…it’s May. The lusty month of May, to be exact. This fact is not lost on our lobby cats.