Yardley and the non-sad day
Someone decided that today is sad. Someone is decisively wrong.
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We’re a long way from condiment season. But in a certain Community Room, it’s still high time for hot dogs and hamburgers.*
Outpouring
Some days this job brings us very close to something very sacred. Correction: that occurs every day. Some days we’re just temporarily unclouded enough to see it.
Birthday beasts
Every day is a party at Tabby’s Place. There are shenanigans. There is tomfoolery. There’s enough Party Mix to make a trail to Neptune and back. But one day still stands apart.
Banish winter
This post could have had several names. In living color. She’s a rainbow. But “banish winter” it shall be.
Ever new
You, dear human beans, give me hope. It’s my fervent hope that you give yourselves hope, too.
It’s over. It’s not over.
The cookies are eaten. The gifts are unwrapped. Our hearts are half-splendor, half-melancholy. Christmas is over.
Hodie
Let’s get this out of the way first: “Hodie” is not the name of a current Tabby’s Place cat. We should remedy that. By the end of this post, I hope you’ll agree.