What did February brew for you, kittens? Was it the seasonal equivalent of honey-lemon tea, accented with a pink marshmallow heart? Or was it a colander of questionably-colored snow?
Departures can catch us off guard. Just when you’re sure you’re 100% happy and 0% sad about a cat’s adoption, you’ve got the wild weepies. Just when you’re convinced you’re “not one of those people” who gets sad over celebrity deaths, you’re snuffling your way through Frasier reruns.
Oh, frisky feisty January. You are longer than your 31 days, starting with fireworks and ending with “finally!” You are the time for cold crunch under our feet and Christmas leftovers gone crusty. You are the month of few holidays and generally muted merriment. But those who live among cats have all the frisk and […]
I got it. You got it. The cats got it, and they got it baaaaaay-id.
Happy Chanukah, kittens. It’s the festival of lights…and a few good felines are feeling phenomenally festive.
The Lounge has changed. The Lounge has not changed. The Lounge is complicated.
June is arguably the best of months. It has the Strawberry Moon. It has the promise that you will always be a bride. It has Wonder Woman.*
April, sweet April, T.S. Eliot had you all wrong. You’re not the cruellest month. You’re not trying to show us fear in a handful of dust.
It’s a quote that stays compelling even after it’s been Pinterested to death: “Comparison is the thief of joy.”
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.