Epilogues: April 2016
April, are you really the cruelest month? You took one Prince, but you gave us another in his bathrobe. You took too many friends, but you promised to return them in an April that will never end.
Lard and ashes
One day, carnival carousing. The next, dust and ashes. Such is the Lenten kickoff dance.
The fight of your life
I’ve just realized (yet) another way we differ from cats. We are continually, perpetually, all of us, defending our lives.
Epilogues: June 2015
If you’re reading this post, you’re doing July right. Before you can properly celebrate Independence Day, Bastille Day, and Tapioca Pudding Day, you must know how the cats spent all the days of June.
Epilogues: May 2015
If you read Felis Catus on the regular, you know: we do our Epilogues on the first Friday of the month. That’s Friday as in tomorrow, as in, not today. However, there’s news of Jurassic proportions barreling our way tomorrow. We don’t want to unveil this epic information before it’s officially hatched, though, hence the […]