Summer is serious business. Its questions are timeless: Whatever happened to Frozfruit? Will the song of the summer be “Juice,” “Sucker” or “Old Town Road”? Where have all the kittens gone?
This post could have had several names. In living color. She’s a rainbow. But “banish winter” it shall be.
A Tabby’s Place year has ended. A Tabby’s Place year has begun.
There’s just one to go, my little goobers. Month, that is. But it may as well be a moment.