Crown the year with goodness
The measure of a year depends entirely on the scale. For thirteen lucky cats, 2016 was the grandest year of all.
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The measure of a year depends entirely on the scale. For thirteen lucky cats, 2016 was the grandest year of all.
To state the obvious: this has been a brutal season for bleeding hearts. If you’re feeling a bit bloodied by it all, this post is for you.
October and all of its surprises are in the books. Cubs in the Series. Cats in girdles. Swiss-cheesey holes in undisclosed locations.
In one of the greatest books of all time, one of the greatest characters of all time said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” That makes two of us, Anne Shirley. After all, Octobers include cats.
The songwriters of the world can’t quite agree about September. Some want to remember it.* Some are trying to remember it. Some just want to be awakened when it ends. And then there are the cats.