You didn’t know why you were tagged. Nobody ever does. But ever since you were just a jellybean of a kitten, you knew it, Tag. You were set apart.
There are a few things in which I refuse to believe: grocery store tomatoes, the existence of “bad” cats, settings in which it is inappropriate to wear a scrunchie, and coincidences. But, if you’re on the fence about that last item, let me put up my hair, call Obi, and see what we can do.
When is a birthday more “miracle” than milestone? When the odds were against it … but the oddballs of love rolled up their sleeves.
It’s a thing at Tabby’s Place and pretty much everywhere else to talk to cats. Everybody does it. No, it isn’t weird. We’re not weird.
From space, the Earth looks like a helpless blue dot, dangling in the dark. To the naked eye, Blue looks like one shelter cat, interchangeable with any other. But if you come close, you will see life itself.
Today is Labor Day. You might not think that would mean much to a species who sleeps 18 hours a day and assumes a salary of poultry and homage. But Labor Day means everything to cats.
One of the biggest guys we know would fit in your bicycle basket and still leave room for a dozen daisies. He could share clothes with a cockatoo. He is far too young to order a cocktail. But Martini is the full size of life.
We know so many things that July could not have predicted. We now love faces that June never saw coming. So, what shall we do with all this wisdom?
None of us, not even cats, has complete control of the universe. (Please do not break this news to cats.) Life will boop our noses when we least expect it. But there are blessings in the booping, if we are brave enough to receive them.
There is something about cats that lend them to food-rich comparisons.