Epilogues: February 2024
Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.
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Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.
“The one who pays the piper calls the tune.” – classic idiom “The one who loves the Piper hears music all day.” – Tabby’s Place “I accept compensation in the form of Venmo, Velveeta, and infatuation.” – Piper
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 […]
Public service announcement: you are in immediate danger of hyperglycemia. If sweetness isn’t your style, I’d urge you to make your way to the nearest exit. Really. Hurry.
For a short month, February makes a lot of noise. But then, February does hang out with Bear.
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.
Everything is connected. The future is today. (No, really.) And we’re only really “us” when we’re with “them.”
This is a wild, woolly world. We’ve got global goals and global griefs. We’ve got water on Mars and Macklemore back on the charts. Fortunately, we’ve also got gobs of cat news.
I have uncovered evidence of a vast cat-naming conspiracy. The other humans of Tabby’s Place have not permitted me to name a cat since Jean Valjean.
“They” tell me it is now Meteorological Autumn. “They” say kitten season is on the wane. But the great, proverbial “they” don’t know a thing about the endless summer of cats.