Epilogues: August 2026
We know so many things that July could not have predicted. We now love faces that June never saw coming. So, what shall we do with all this wisdom?
We know so many things that July could not have predicted. We now love faces that June never saw coming. So, what shall we do with all this wisdom?
On July 31st, fifteen cats came to Tabby’s Place from Beirut, Lebanon. We protectively called them “the kids.” They were our kids. But, we were mistaken if we thought the Beirut Fifteen were porcelain baby dolls. These cats are cedars.
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
There are songs about winter, spring and fall. But there are songs about summer. And that’s no coincidence.
Plug in your earphones, compadres. It’s time to dance to the music…al cats.
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.
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.