Be it known that November 2020 has come, November 2020 has gone, November 2020 will not be back again.
You and me and the cats, though? We’re still here.
If I could, I’d go door to door and deliver each of you a medal — or at least a sugary snowball confection of some kind — to celebrate this fact.
We made it, kittens. We made it this far. We have absolutely no idea what’s coming for us next, a warm hug (the return of hugs…?) or a snowball in the face, but we know — excelsior ever upward! — that, apparently, even dunderheads like us are tough enough for outrageous stuff.
November couldn’t nuke us. But then, how could it? After all, we had the company of cats:
Adopted: Wyoming & Utah (together); Cody & Jessie (together); Manicotti, Goblin, and Creature (together); Tyson; Mollie; Paige; Wells; Lincoln; Patty; Cinnamon Raisin; Flipflop; Hanani; Amy; Pappardelle; Renata (at right); Nadja; Everything
Cleared from Quarantine: Lexi, Murphy, Princess Angelina, Verde, Aladar, Crunchwrap
Promoted to the Lobby: Stanley, Harlem
Promoted to the Community Room: Indiana (at left)
Returned: Harlem, Warren, Honey, Paige (but then readopted, VICTORIOUS IS SHE), Clark
Promoted to Heaven: Nandor
November has verily been nuked, and it is now glowing. That leaves us in the kinder glow of December’s Yule logs and twinkle lights and…well, many mysteries.
December, we don’t know yet what you’re made of. But we’re learning what we’re made of, and so we hug you with abandon.
Please be kind.