Wait. Did we not just epp a log? We did. But that’s because I’m a dunderhead. So dance around in your dungarees, you January-jousting kittens; it’s time for another month in review.
Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
“Playing well with others” isn’t everyone’s core competency. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. But, in the case of one Simba Rosenberg, there’s one way to strengthen those social muscles: surround yourself with a slew of new neighbors. Tara tells the tale today. – A.H.
Did you eat local at every farm market? Did you “fweeeee!” around every Ferris wheel? Did you summer your summer to the summaximum?
March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.
For a short month, February makes a lot of noise. But then, February does hang out with Bear.
Everything old is new again. OK, maybe not Dick Clark. Or Dick Cheney. But everything else.
Just when we think we’ve grasped the cats’ calling… Just when we think we’ve seen the full scope of their mission on earth… Along comes a whiff of grace so delicious it knocks us off our feet.
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Some things seem strange, mysterious even, for many years. Then, in a flash of insight, they click into place. Meet Mr. Puzzle Piece himself, none other than Oliver.