Passing strange
The Odd Squad at Tabby’s Place has zero mere members. It does, however, have 100 co-captains.
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Passing strange
The Odd Squad at Tabby’s Place has zero mere members. It does, however, have 100 co-captains.
What’s a you to do?
There’s an expression I keep hearing this summer: “You just do you.” Or, turned around, “I gotta do me.”
Golder than you’ve ever been
Here’s a pleasant thought: you are older than you’ve ever been. And now you’re even older.*
More than phoenixes
Or is that phoenii? Whatever the plural form of those birds that rise from ashes, stronger and better and more beautiful than pre-pyre, we’ve met more magical creatures this summer.
Epilogues: July 2016
If you have been, say, looking for some hot stuff, baby, this evening; perhaps even looking for some hot stuff, baby, tonight; this July has surely pleased you. The news was incendiary. The temperatures were ghost-peppery. And the cats were sizzling.
Mud-slingers
Now this is just ridiculous. People seeking the highest office in the land may call each other losers and liars, but even they have the good sense not to excrete upon their opponents. Cats have no such decorum.
Losing power
Sometime after Snowtober, we got funny about power at Tabby’s Place. Not the kind that corrupts. Not the power of the people. Not even the power to change. Just that simple, sacred power that keeps our light bulbs lit and our Pop Tarts toasty.
On the business of catching them all
This post isn’t actually about Pokemon. Although it could be, and maybe it should be, if for no other reason than to rhapsodize on the Pokeworld’s cat-perfect names. (Jigglypuff, anyone?) But no. This post is about Sally.
Absolute power
Some humans convened this week. Other humans will convene next week. On a scale from “the 1%” to “yuuuuuuge”, the cats’ level of caring is smaller than the margin of error.