OK, winter, we get it: you’re stronger than us.

You dang near broke Boston.
March came in like a lion and out like a friggin’ manticore.
Yes, you’re stronger than us.

You’re stronger…but we’re cuter. And scrappier. And we have much, much better musical taste.

We also have cats, and where there are cats, there is hope. Take March’s peculiar madness, for instance:

Arrived: Ilsa, Groucho, Zencada, Indie, Bello, Jaeger, Baloo, Simba, Pumbaa, Timon, Nala

Adopted: Figs, Sriracha, Ilsa, Groucho, Brielle, Mitt, Opal

Returned: NOOOOO ONE.

Cleared from Quarantine: Piddy, Quinn, Zencada, Indie, Bertie

Cleared from Ringworm: Tabs, Freeway, Gherkin

Banished to Ringworm: Chelsea (still, dies irae)

Promoted to the Community Room: Morgan, of his own volition

Promoted back out to the Lobby: Morgan, of his own volition

Promoted back to the Community Room: Morgan, of his own volition

Promoted to Heaven: One dear TNR boy. Wild may he wander beyond the veil.

Winter, you’re messing with the wrong kittens. We and our army of ten thousand tulips are going to melt you in a puddle of sunshine.

And next year, you watch out. We’ll be armed with trebuchets full of Cap’n Crunch Donut Holes.

Photos all by the phenomenal Jess B. That’s awesomely nerdy Bertie in the top thumbnail, and, yes, he is giving winter the what-for.

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