It is as clear as black and white that some cats are much shier than others.
Grey-t things come in threes, or fours, or sixes, or…oy, who can keep track of the very many grey cats that now call Tabby’s Place home?
When the Bad Times are over and the Good Times begin, everything is immediately delightful. All the anxiety evaporates. Worry is terminated. Mirth covers the earth. Right. This may be true if you are a rag doll, or a polyester cat with plastic eyes.
Oh, kittens! If ever we needed cats, it’s now. We are in Olympics withdrawal. Target is trying to boondoggle us into believing we are behind on holiday shopping. And no matter where we hide, it is still an election year.
Did you notice that we totally skipped our monthly Epilogues post for March? No? Me neither, apparently.