We all get over-excited from time to time. This is a normal reaction to an Oscar nomination, the arrival of a pizza, or seeing a kitten (in increasing order of excitement, obviously). Still … it takes advanced skills to be too excited for your own eyeballs.
Today, we thank veterans. They have lived with courage so the world can live in peace. They have walked lonely roads of unseen sacrifice. They are shy about applause and accolades, uneasy with the word “hero.” And then … there are the cats.
Have you ever had an epiphany thanks to a typo? I do not mean the mischief of AutoCorrect, which turns “I’m going to Target” into “I’m going to Tajikstan,” causing your dad to text back, “does your mother know about this?” I mean accidentally telling a Tabby’s Place supporter that Sassy is going to “torch […]
Every October is a showboat. Not just every month boasts warty gourds, pumpkin-scented toilet paper, and toddlers dressed as Beetlejuice. But October 2025, you turned the fabulous up to ten.
With apologies to those groovy long-haired trees in your backyard, the best Willow does not weep. The best Willow is so busy, she barely has time to sleep.
A cynic is nothing but a broken heart with scar tissue. Don’t tell them I told you. They might not like the implication: that they can heal. Just listen when they claim that nothing in life is certain. Listen, then tell them the story of Shirley.
At middle school dances, there is sometimes an unscripted moment that makes the awkward years worthwhile. Without command or choreography, the scared and scattered youth form a circle around one of their own. Instead of becoming afraid, the tween at the center becomes a dancer.
Halloween has its charms, but the cats are really amped about November. This is not because they have 364 days until the next time we dress them up as pumpkins and aliens. It’s because November 1st is All Saints Day, and cats are all saints, all the time.
This is not a test. This is not a drill. This is certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is Halloween, on a Friday.
The smallest trees can hold the sweetest nests. With no fanfare or bluster, one little olive tree sheltered many birds.