Under the influence
If you’re an artist (and if you’re breathing, this is you), you have influences. If you’re an artist of any caliber, those influences include cats.
Grands
It’s entirely possible that we have galumphing hordes of grandparents on our hands. We’re rich, kittens. Who among us, whether seven or seventy-seven, couldn’t use a good Grandpa or twelve?
Guest post: Gimme a break!
I had one vacation day left. I really needed a vacation, but this just couldn’t cut it.
Oh, Honey
Oh, Honey. You were ready for things to be permanently different. But here you are in 2021, still waiting.
Epilogues: November 2020
Be it known that November 2020 has come, November 2020 has gone, November 2020 will not be back again. You and me and the cats, though? We’re still here.
Epilogues: August 2020
You gave us wonder and splendor. You gave us the return of Bill and Ted (see above). You gave us the feast day of St. Augustine, and the annual pondering as to whether or not his friends called him “Gus.” You gave us an uncommonly high volume of marmalade cats.
Marmalade season
Late have I loved you, unrelenting autumn. But this year, even when it’s hard to fare forward, there’s a certain comfort in being able to fall into your arms.
Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
Fattening your Tuesday since 2009
It’s Fat Tuesday, kittens. The climax of Carnival. The ledge of Lent. The day of muchness, merry munching and madness-making before the ashes and the awe and the evaluation of the state of our souls. If that’s your thing. Around here, you know what that means. Thus commences your annual glut of globularity, your smorgasbord […]