Don’t let commercials about rich people getting Christmas Cadillacs make you cynical. These are, in fact, the days of miracle and wonder. And I’ve got 120 cats to back me up.
Here’s a not-so-newsworthy newsflash: I was once a wee one.
Eyes are for seeing. Eyes are for winking. Eyes are for sending us into the sky with swooning.
Since c. 2005, Tabby’s Place has had a cadre of “Community Cats.” Since c. 2019, Tabby’s Place has had one cross-eyed “NON COMMUNAL NO NO NO TO COMMUNITY Cat.”
Here’s something worth thinking about. If you meet someone named Gus, is it short for August, Augustine, Augustus, or Asparagus?