Oh, March, you month of missed opportunities. You talk about lions, lambs, and leprechauns, but you overlook the one creature on earth who is simultaneously all three. You make much of March Madness, but dribble right past its experts. Kittens, March! Cherish the Kittens!
“Raisin does not like Rosalind.” “One of the kittens pooped in the sink.” “I have found my vocation; my vocation is love.”
Everybody seems to be talking about it. Nobody can really explain it. Everyone knows exactly what it is. But, it’s kind of hard to explain love.
If you have never spontaneously exclaimed, “I’m as slaphappy as a shamrock!”, my condolences. This is incontrovertible proof that you have never spent time with Hibou.
So here we stand, at the end and the beginning. Cats know that there are only ever beginnings. Cats know many things beyond our reach. But they are gentle, and permit us to believe in figments — endings, the concept of “age appropriate,” the existence of credible vegan cheese — as long as necessary. Perhaps […]