March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.
Two to FOUR FEET! they said. HISTORIC PROPORTIONS! they said. STOCK UP ON RING DINGS AND MOUNTAIN DEW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE! they said. WE’RE ALL FIXIN’ TO DIIIIIIE! they said. AND NOW FOR A MESSAGE FROM SHOVELS ‘R US!
Oh, February fourteenth, you freighted day, you. With so many red velvet follies and long-stemmed feats of sappiness afoot, it’s a good thing we have cats to keep us well.
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.
Oh December. Just when we’re ready to write you off as a dastardly doer of dastardly deeds, you give us a thrill of hope, and some out-of-season kittens.