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.
On the lurching, loving landmass that is Tabby’s Place, we’re uniquely familiar with the ebb and flow of hopes and terrors.
Some days we’re picnicking under a Super Flower Blood Moon and rejoicing over >50% vaccination rates; other hours, our hearts are bleeding out over back-to-back brutal losses, hands tied to help human beings continents away or cats one room over.
One moment we’re catching our breath; the next, we’re up to our earlobes in knucklehead cats from Oman determined to permanently banish sanity from the premises.
The structural integrity of this “sanity” is permanently under threat.
But the mirth goes on, and May made much of it. Let’s review the rolling fields of flowers, feline-style:
Arrived: Nessie and her niblets Sasquatch and Yeti; Oslo, Stevie, Dorothy, Dexter, Dee Dee, Turnip, Rutabaga (pictured in top thumbnail), Sprout, Radish
Adopted: Azula, Phil, Tilapia, Moonlight, Consetta, Valentino, Nero, Koi, Carp, Dace, Pike, Betta, Creamsicle, Salmon, Zelda
Cleared from Quarantine: Charly, Flash, Stevie
Returned: NOOOOOOOOOOO ONE.
Returned from repeated attempts at Fixin’ To Diiiiiiiie: Ramekin
Promoted to the Big Cheese’s Office: Fontina
Promoted to Heaven: Hobo, Mozzarella, Oscar, Noire
Stuff We Learned: You can’t keep a good Ramekin down, nor can you contain him within a ramekin. You can, however, laugh our loud with delight at the fact that he is the size of his siblings’ freckles. Runts rule, and Ram rules them all.
ALSO: if you shave Roxy like this, she will look at you like this, and if you tell her this is a “lewk,” she will tell you that she has hereby condemned the word “lewk” to the same circle of hell where she sent “doggo” and “all the feels.”
Thank you for this update – Roxy, ladycat with golden paws, is never out of fashion. You have a Stevie now? What will Steven think?