Friends are reuniting. F*R*I*E*N*D*S are reuniting. As months go, you might say this May was The One With High Hopes. Then again, we are in the business of cats, so hopes around here are always Himalaya-high.
The rains in Mozambique have been relentless. The cyclones seem to have a crush on Madagascar. But here in Ringoes, NJ, things are fine and dry.
February was not fully perfect. Cases in point: Something has gone horribly wrong with all the butter in Canada. Elvira is no longer ours for the hugging. Daft Punk has broken up. Additional case in point, pointedly true every month: our collective sanity has broken up (HA HA HA I MADE A FUNNY! “COLLECTIVE SANITY” […]
It’s my pleasure to introduce you to a new voice on the blog, terrific volunteer Tara. (As mama to Tabby’s Place alumnae Peggy and Dottie, nee Wawa and Kiosk, “terrific” comes with the territory.) It’s my even greater pleasure to introduce you to a face you’ll never forget, Sweet Pea. Take it away, dear ladies…
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
In between kissing Bucca’s head and raising money for Bucca all the cats, I thought some existential thoughts this week. These were sparked by adventures in diabetes.
Strange, sweet little February, we salute you You gave us conversation hearts. (LUV YA. Mean it.) You gave us political heartburn. You gave us Cake by the Ocean.