You can, in fact, dance
Dickens me this: are these the best of times? Are these the worst of times? Or are these, simply, the times of our particular, prosaic, miraculous lives?
Epilogues: May 2015
If you read Felis Catus on the regular, you know: we do our Epilogues on the first Friday of the month. That’s Friday as in tomorrow, as in, not today. However, there’s news of Jurassic proportions barreling our way tomorrow. We don’t want to unveil this epic information before it’s officially hatched, though, hence the […]