Guest Post: Forever Loved: Millie
We all know the saying – “Cats will be cats.” No matter how much we tell them they’re not starving when dinner is five minutes late or that they cannot have more treats for the twelfth time today, cats will be cats.
We all know the saying – “Cats will be cats.” No matter how much we tell them they’re not starving when dinner is five minutes late or that they cannot have more treats for the twelfth time today, cats will be cats.
I want to tell you about the lovers. I do not mean the cats, although they love without calculation.
Ask the experts: did we fail or prevail at Tabby’s Place this June? Any month involving the Strawberry Moon would seem a guaranteed success. But the experts are not so sure.
You will have everything you need to thrive, medically and metaphysically. You will never go a day without meat products of some nature. You will not end up alone.
T.S. Eliot, who first discovered that every cat has three names, declared April to be “the cruelest month.” Clearly he did not know the names of Mayhem, Crumpet, or Patches.
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.