It was not your ordinary high school emergency. But what it lacked in juvenile delinquents, it more than made up in juvenile drama.
Cats make us do a lot of goofy things. They make us talk in a pitch only cats and bats can hear. They make us sing original songs with lyrics like “Meeeeeeeeatball is a sweeeeeeeetball.” They make us swaddle them in girdles.
The world is very different in 2016 than it was in 2003, when Tabby’s Place opened. Despite coming of age in a digital world, our teenage sanctuary is undeniably analog.
Last night, you may have heard two seventy-year-olds yelling at each other, followed by their under-yellers yelling about the yelling. We’re not going to debate those debates here. But we do have issues to discuss.
In one of the greatest books of all time, one of the greatest characters of all time said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” That makes two of us, Anne Shirley. After all, Octobers include cats.
In the words of Zora Neale Hurston, there are years that ask questions and years that answer. 2016 is doing an awful lot of both.
We’re in the stubborn, righteous business of good news around here. Fortunately, we have abundant help from cats and their writerly women and men.
You’d never drop a diamond into a dumpster. But recently, one tiny treasure ended up in the trash. A tiny treasure…with a tail.