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.
Editor’s note: Kittens, it’s my joy to introduce you to a new voice on this blog. Sue the Splendorous is not new to us at Tabby’s Place. She’s been a beloved volunteer for years. But now, Felis Catus is richer for her words and her heart. We’re all (feline and human) in for a treat… — A.H.
Tis the season to be feasty beasts. Gingerbread. Pfefferneuse. Fruitcake. Fudge. Linzer cookies. Strufuli.* Arid orbs of prescription cat food.
This week in the U.S., we honor those who served. This week every second of every hour of every day at Tabby’s Place, we honor those who serve are served.
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
There is so much news exploding at Tabby’s Place today, you’d think it was the Fourth of July. It isn’t. It’s better.
Much like the New York Times, Felis Catus is committed to journalistic integrity. Unlike the New York Times, Felis Catus has the advantage of feline editors.
Did your elementary school give out a Perfect Attendance Award? Did you ever win it? Did you ever win it every single year? If you did, you’re a better bean than I.