Epilogues: November 2017
We are In It. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year(TM). The Holiday Season. The ThankChanChriKwaNewYear pentathlon of extravagance and emotion and love and angst. The cats have not noticed.
We are In It. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year(TM). The Holiday Season. The ThankChanChriKwaNewYear pentathlon of extravagance and emotion and love and angst. The cats have not noticed.
Before the Perseid meteor showers… Before the release of Pete’s Dragon… Before the beginning of the end of the political season… …the 2016 Linda Fund Matching Challenge at Tabby’s Place will come to an end.
Ask not for whom the Community Room door opens; it opens for thee. Unless thou art Jackie. Or Hildegarde. Or Boots. Or — heaven help us — Olive.
This can be a funny time of year. Not funny-ha-ha; funny like Election Day, or hemorrhoids, or ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.
Certain creatures have been known to hide. Naked mole rats. Slow lorises. Scared cats. Scared humans.
We’re all a little extra-zingy right now. This is the time of year in which perfectly sane people display 10,000 individual sparkly icicles and blown-glass pickles and 18′ tall Harley-riding Santas at their homes. This is the season when prudent, placid people do dangerous things like drink egg nog of unknown origin and sing threatening […]
Meekness is underrated these days. In a culture of everything from Turbo Tartar-Terminating Toothpaste to Mortal Kombat CLXVI: Finish Him Again, it’s good to hear about the triumph of the mild.