Sometimes the button says “Donate.” Sometimes it says “Give.” But you know, and I know, that “Cherish” is the word.
Who is this swaggering stranger introducing itself as 2025? What did it do with 2024, or 1981 for that matter? Do cats follow any calendar, other than the primordial cycle of giblets and nuggets? And most importantly: how does Theodosia, age one hundred nine, remain untouched by years?
I have good news…and I have bad news. Let’s start with the bad: our ride on the Gus Bus has been very short indeed.
If yesterday was gras, today is grey. Faithful folk worldwide are walking around with smudges of ash on their foreheads, representing repentance to God and the start of Lent. Faithful cats, on the other hand, have been wearing ash grey in and out of (liturgical) season. Never mind that felines don’t do repentance.
Funny thing about cats… Actually, make that funny thing #8,732 about cats: they are entirely unconcerned about other people’s schedules.
It’s the time of the season when love runs high when Gratuitous Cat Photos start appearing on Felis Catus. I could apologize for not having time to catch my breath eat a fluffernutter sandwich blog regularly. I could…and I would, except that (a) the aformentioned lack of time is due to trying to keep up […]