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.
People say that Labor Day marks the end of summer. People say that white shoes are not okay after said day. People say a lot of things. But if you’ve had the kind of August our cats have had, you’re still sloshing white espadrilles through the endless summer stew.
It’s been a July to remember. We learned that Kanye West is a blowfish, not a shark. We saw a movie in which a raccoon did the talking for a man who’s a tree. And we rode a rocket of changes with a raft of cats.
Three million humans are expected to attend the Macy’s 4th of July Fireworks. Five hundred thousand humans will be at the Boston Pops Fireworks Spectacular. But the humans who are both rad and awesome are right here, checking out what went boom in the Tabby’s Place cats’ world this month.