Lifted by Linda
Before the Perseid meteor showers… Before the release of Pete’s Dragon… Before the beginning of the end of the political season… …the 2016 Linda Fund Matching Challenge at Tabby’s Place will come to an end.
No justice, no…problem
Ask not for whom the Community Room door opens; it opens for thee. Unless thou art Jackie. Or Hildegarde. Or Boots. Or — heaven help us — Olive.
Undocumented mercies
If nobody liked what you did, are you likable? If nobody knows you did it, did it happen?
Words too deep to understand
I had a regular blog post queued up for today, I did. It was stupid and normal and made jokes about Swamp People and vegan cheese and cat flatulence.* But in light of the week our world is having, stupid and normal and flatulent went out the window.
Three years fallow
OK, God and humanity and felinity and the universe. You’ve got me convinced: The best things come unbidden.
Epilogues: June 2016
It’s okay if you don’t understand certain things: Brexit The Seven Kingdoms on Game of Thrones Why your dad slathers butter on pound cake June 2016
Guest post: Forever Loved: Chester
Even when we expect an exit, we’re not entirely ready. Not emotionally. Not viscerally. And not literarily.
Under the strawberry moon
Friends who are teachers tell me: the full moon phenomenon is full-stop truth. Small people get hugely bananas under a grinning round glowball. Friends who work at Tabby’s Place agree: small and large and colossal cats are no different.
Boring cats
“Boring cats”? You know and I know that there is no such thing. Except that there is, and it’s a glorious thing.