Epilogues: January 2017
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
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Some humans convened this week. Other humans will convene next week. On a scale from “the 1%” to “yuuuuuuge”, the cats’ level of caring is smaller than the margin of error.
Fads are fads and facts are facts, and rarely the twain shall meet. This is especially true when it comes to cosmetics and cats.
I’ve just realized (yet) another way we differ from cats. We are continually, perpetually, all of us, defending our lives.
You know that buncha guys. If you were a certain stripe of nerdy, you may have bunched together with that buncha guys. And, like every high school worth its mystery meat, Tabby’s Place has that buncha guys.
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 […]
By the time you read this post, nerd prom will be over, the madding crowd will be far away, and a big green chap and his gangsters will be avenging on our behalf.* But much more importantly, things will have happened. They will have happened…because cats made them happen.
When do you love a cat even more after he leaves Tabby’s Place? When he’s Paco the hero, that’s when.
We knew it wouldn’t take long. But already? Oh, Paco & Ashes, we hardly knew thee!
My brain almost exploded when attempting to come up with the title for this post. The number of ideas involving cats and Kentucky was higher than the national debt, so, ultimately, I just had to pick the one that tells the story. And “Southern hospitality” is very much the shape of the story.