“They” tell me it is now Meteorological Autumn. “They” say kitten season is on the wane. But the great, proverbial “they” don’t know a thing about the endless summer of cats.
It’s August, kittens. August. The month of pterodactyl-sized bugs and Venus-high heat and the first flirtations with fall.
It’s the cusp of a shiny new year. As we toast these waning hours of 2014, let’s sing for old friends…and one wondrous new guest blogger.