When we were wee, we were told that good children got Popples and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Theologian Trading Cards.* Bad little imps, on the other hand, got lumps of coal. But the tellers of tales didn’t account for the game-changing gift of Coal.
We interrupt this Gratuitous Cat Photo season to mark the passing of a giant. A tiny, clementine-bright giant: Mango.
Today is the first day of winter…meteorological winter. The cats are celebrating accordingly.
Sometimes Gratuitous Cat Photos move. Sometimes they meow.
Cats do not ford rivers.* Cats do not gas up the car. To Grandmother’s house they do not go. But they travel, my word do they travel.
Tiffany’s knows it. Macy’s knows it. All the elves and turkeys and abominable snowmen know it. That’s right, my little sugarplums: it’s the most magical time of the year…GCP Season at Tabby’s Place.
Can I ask you something? (As Jonathan would remark at this point, “Um, ya just did.”) Seriously, though. Are you feeling a little emotional right now?
She’s not gonna be our president, guys. It’s over. She lost. Sable #TinyTail2016 Rosenberg was not elected.
This is a love letter. Most who know me know that I love cats. Those who know me well know that I love old cats. This is a love letter to the old cats.
To state the obvious: this has been a brutal season for bleeding hearts. If you’re feeling a bit bloodied by it all, this post is for you.