You’re not that weak. You don’t really need adorable photos to melt you down to goodness. But come Shameless Linda Fund Season, you bet I’m weak enough to resort to that anyway.
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
All politics is local. Someone famous said that, but cats proved it.
Before the Perseid meteor showers… Before the release of Pete’s Dragon… Before the beginning of the end of the political season… …the 2016 Linda Fund Matching Challenge at Tabby’s Place will come to an end.
Supposedly, it’s March hares that are madder than a hatter. But, ’round here, May is the month of mirthful, mind-splattering madness, courtesy of 100,000,000,000 kittens.*
I have it on good authority that you are confused. Don’t look so surprised; the cats told me.
We see a lot at Tabby’s Place. Some days, it seems we see it all, feel it all. And then we meet a cat who’s out-felt the whole lot of us.
April, are you really the cruelest month? You took one Prince, but you gave us another in his bathrobe. You took too many friends, but you promised to return them in an April that will never end.
Catoberfest is tomorrow. If your epic love of the Tabby’s Place cats is somehow not enough reason to get you here, consider this a PSA to make you reconsider.