Stormiee’s uncloudy day
She had to leave Queens, but she was not dethroned. She lost her home, but not her place among the precious. And she goes by Stormiee, but the forecast is bright.
Epilogues: May 2026
Didn’t we have a time? We cherished kittens. Now, we are remembering seniors. And the cats reminded us of the meaning of May.
Epilogues: December 2025
Happy New Year, kittens. Let us make a pact, today, while we still have confetti in our whiskers and something called “egg nog” in our fridges. (How did it get there? Who invented it? Why have we never had a Tabby’s Place cat named Nog? I digress.) Here’s the plan: we will not permit this […]