Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
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We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
Before the Perseid meteor showers… Before the release of Pete’s Dragon… Before the beginning of the end of the political season… …the 2016 Linda Fund Matching Challenge at Tabby’s Place will come to an end.
This can be a funny time of year. Not funny-ha-ha; funny like Election Day, or hemorrhoids, or ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.
This is a wild, woolly world. We’ve got global goals and global griefs. We’ve got water on Mars and Macklemore back on the charts. Fortunately, we’ve also got gobs of cat news.
“They” tell me it is now Meteorological Autumn. “They” say kitten season is on the wane. But the great, proverbial “they” don’t know a thing about the endless summer of cats.
There are comforting constants in life. Peanut butter and jelly. Death and taxes. (OK, not always comforting.) Imperious big sisters and irritating little brothers. Take it from Hope and MJ.
…when a serious, loving, seriously-loving family comes to visit one of our quirkier, “less-adoptable” cats once, then twice, then a third time. …or when one of the most terrified cats I’ve ever known purrs – purrs!! – in a human’s presence. …or when even our never-one-to-whitewash-the-truth veterinarian concedes that the improbable, the too-wonderful-to-hope-for, the miraculous, may […]