Whenrietta?
OK, guys. We need to talk about Henrietta.
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I’m sure this occurs to you all the time. In fact, it’s so obvious, it barely merits mention: Cats have a lot in common with the people of the Trobriand Islands.
This was one of those headlines that made me say, I’m really glad there are people devoting their lives to studying this stuff. No, really. No, I’m not being facetious. Really. Go ahead and run your sarcasmometer all over me. I’m clean.
It is important, before you read any further, that you know a true fact. Brace yourselves. OK, here goes. It isn’t very pretty what a town without pity can do.
You may think that Ringoes, NJ was named for Ringo Starr and his clones. You may think that Tabby’s Place has only tabby cats. You may think the Special Needs Suite contains cats with Special Needs, and/or Special Needs Cats. But I say unto you, dream a little bigger, darling.
Well, do you? It is not Feliz Navidad. It is not an ad for footie pajamas. It is…
In the immortal words of Tom Petty, “some days are diamonds; some days are rocks.” And some months are ossified turds.* September, you thieving, grieving month, we’re looking at you.
People say that Labor Day marks the end of summer. People say that white shoes are not okay after said day. People say a lot of things. But if you’ve had the kind of August our cats have had, you’re still sloshing white espadrilles through the endless summer stew.