You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
Happy First and Last February Second of 2024! Maurice and his confrères welcome you to the new. Cats love new years. They love them so much, they celebrate them on a rolling basis. But cats hate resolutions. They hate them so much, they are here to save us from them, at great personal cost.
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.
Every cat is unique. Every cat is unrepeatable. But some cats fly their unique flag higher than heaven itself.
The moving of cats is a delicate matter. Perhaps that’s why we decided to do it all at once, to approximately 30,000 cats. Nowhere was our prudence and patience more evident than in the Community Room.
Lyrical gangsta and all-around awesome human Albert Schweitzer supposedly said the following: “There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”
People may have told you that you’re too old to learn the accordion. People may have pooh-poohed your plans to tame an old feral cat. “It’s too late,” people say. “That ship has sailed,” people say. People say a lot of things.
In the immortal words of Tom Petty, “some days are diamonds; some days are rocks.” And some months are ossified turds.* September, you thieving, grieving month, we’re looking at you.