With apologies to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, winter is not coming.
This is the time of magnolias and birdsong and the leaping greenly spirits of trees.
But that doesn’t mean we’re not game for a little snow.
Or, to be more precise, Snow.
You may recall the Jersey-to-Georgia-to-Jersey belle that is Kitty. She was lost, found, lost and found again; this spring, she came home to Ringoes.
But, as befits a dame of her stature, Kitty did not make the journey alone.
When ancient Roman emperors returned from battle in triumph, they regularly led captives in their train. Rejoicing Romans would frolic out of the city to greet their conquering hero. Much merriment would be made.
Kitty has been taking notes on all this pageantry.
Out from the kingdom of Ringoes danced two Tabby’s Place volunteers, picking up the rescue relay that would ferry Kitty and company up the coast.
And, of course, for her return home, Kitty brought captives, with a feline twist. Rather than capturing creatures for her own designs, Kitty was in the business of setting slaves free. You could practically hear strains of “We Shall Overcome” roaring up the coast: Kitty would be attended by not one, but two, fellow freedcats from an Atlanta shelter.
And that’s where the flakes start flying.
You may recall that Kitty had liberated one long-haired, luscious beast by the name of Sierra. That is true. Sierra is here, and she’s fabulous.
But why free one when you can liberate a pair from their yoke?
Kitty may have come from the land of peaches and palmetto bugs, but she brought us a fresh pile of…Snow.
And from this point on, nothing I say will register, because you’re about to be immolated into a poof of powder.
Whatever has come our way, it’s not winter. “Snow” or no, nothing cold could melt and smelt us down to pure love.
And you bet your buttons he’s doing…just…that.
Posted in loving memory of the great B.B. King, who brought love and warmth to town from September 16, 1925 – May 14, 2015.
Photo credits from de top: Mary the Magnificent x4, AT x2.