Oh August, sweet little August, you are young yet, and tender. Yet as you grow, we have a request for you. On behalf of every individual of every species on every continent, subcontinent and islet: please be kind.
Did you notice that we totally skipped our monthly Epilogues post for March? No? Me neither, apparently.
I have so many questions. Where were Dunkaroos hiding all those years? How does human free will dance with the sovereignty of God? To what is “The Final Countdown” counting down?* And, most importantly: how is it possible that Missy spawned Puddin and BooBear?
Whereas: January has ended. Whereas: February is a mini-month, even when it leaps. Resolved: Winter is on the run.
You’re in for a treat, Simba-smitten souls. Our stellar volunteer Tara is back with an update on our difficult, delightful Lion King. Take it away, Tara…
It’s time for another update on our inscrutable, irresistible orange tabby. Leave it to Simba‘s soulmate Tara to sing every verse with love. Read on and you’ll agree; Tara’s unwavering friendship is a veritable hymn to Sim…
Some things never change. Simba‘s life, however, is the stuff David Bowie sang about. Today, Tara takes us through the latest twists and turns…
Happy Chanukah, kittens. It’s the festival of lights…and a few good felines are feeling phenomenally festive.
We live in an age of indignation. Much of it is necessary. But much of it is just noxious.
There are songs about winter, spring and fall. But there are songs about summer. And that’s no coincidence.