Mine eyes have seen the glory of something no eyes should see.
And mine ears have heard the yowls of a Community Room divided. Gunther is here, and he’s declared war.
February 29th, 2012
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Battle hymn of the Community Room
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February 22nd, 2012
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Ashes
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If yesterday was gras, today is grey. Faithful folk worldwide are walking around with smudges of ash on their foreheads, representing repentance to God and the start of Lent.
Faithful cats, on the other hand, have been wearing ash grey in and out of (liturgical) season. Never mind that felines don’t do repentance.
February 21st, 2012
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Fat Tuesday
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Sometimes even I know better than to ornament something with too-many words.
On this Mardi Gras, the emphasis at Tabby’s Place is on the Gras. Continue reading » » »
February 17th, 2012
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Geriatric afternoon delight
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It is not wise to accuse a cat of being late.
Or early. Or a fan of Nicki Minaj. Or otherwise wrong. Especially if said cat is Elmo.
February 14th, 2012
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Guest post: My Fuzzy valentine
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There are certain offers you can’t refuse. They come from barrel-chested men with names like Vito and Luca.
There are other offers you can…but only if you’re a dang fool (of the sort pitied by this gentleman). These offers come from golden felines who just might be the Brad Pitt of cats. Continue reading » » »
February 10th, 2012
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Sweets for the sweet
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There are no sacred cows at Tabby’s Place.
And, when one turns up, it tends to get promptly barbequed.
