Epilogues: February 2020
This, my dears, was no ordinary February. This was the big one.
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The servant leader
There are leaders who will bleed ya. There are leaders who will need ya. But few and precious are the leaders who will feed ya.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, JOLEEEEEEEEEENE
Faced with cats, we’re regularly in the position of begging: that the fussy ones will eat, that the nervous ones will let us pet them, that all of them will stop judging us for…well, everything. (Yes, Bucca has strong opinions about your fanny pack and my singing voice.) Still, it’s not often we find ourselves […]
Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
The anti-gmork
If you have even the faintest idea what a “gmork” is, you just earned 100,000,000,000,000 bonus brownie points. And if you have even the faintest idea what a “gmork” is, you know that no cat, anywhere, has anything in common with one.
Simple gifts
The Shakers tell me it’s a gift to be simple. If we connect the dots, then, we can see that it must be a gift to be Mervyn.
Super moon-faces
Tonight, we’ll all see a Super Moon rising. There’s just one thing even more super than this. Tell me true: what’s superior to Supernanny, a supermajority, Super Mario, and even the Price is Right’s famous Superball?