You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
Penelope was loved. Penelope knew love long before she first graced our doorstep. I have no doubts that Penelope knew 16 years of love before her arrival here.
Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.
“She’s very funky and puts out weird vibes, but she’s a sweet girl when you actually pet or interact with her.” I love it when my coworkers write about me on the internet.
So here we stand, at the end and the beginning. Cats know that there are only ever beginnings. Cats know many things beyond our reach. But they are gentle, and permit us to believe in figments — endings, the concept of “age appropriate,” the existence of credible vegan cheese — as long as necessary. Perhaps […]
My brain almost exploded when attempting to come up with the title for this post. The number of ideas involving cats and Kentucky was higher than the national debt, so, ultimately, I just had to pick the one that tells the story. And “Southern hospitality” is very much the shape of the story.