Gratuitous cat photos: Love’s in need of love today edition
Lord have mercy. Those words have escaped my lips more times than I can count this week, and not in the “Uncle Jesse from Full House” sense.
Lord have mercy. Those words have escaped my lips more times than I can count this week, and not in the “Uncle Jesse from Full House” sense.
Tabby’s Place lives in Ringoes, NJ. Certain winters, Tabby’s Place has fantasized about moving to warmer climes. But, since Tabby’s Place is 7,000 square feet of building, 13 years of history, and 120 cats of stubbornness, Tabby’s Place shall continue to dream on from Jersey.
What I really have to say about this topic is simple: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Supposedly, it’s March hares that are madder than a hatter. But, ’round here, May is the month of mirthful, mind-splattering madness, courtesy of 100,000,000,000 kittens.*
Do you hear that sound? No, it’s not the Horn of Gondor. No, it’s not your mother calling you to dinner. No, it’s not Santa. It’s KITTENS.
I have it on good authority that you are confused. Don’t look so surprised; the cats told me.
This time ten years ago, we’d never have guessed that someday we would all gobble Greek yogurt and hashtag everything. This time two years ago, we didn’t know Bubbles or Riley or Chewbacca-mask lady. This time last year, some of our favorite people were just getting ready to get down.
If you watch television, you “learn” certain things. Certain brands of cat food will cause your pet to have a hallucinogenic, quasi-religious experience. Certain politicians will literally fix all the problems that ever existed and make everything awesome all the time. And a certain diagnosis means you are inevitably enormous, out of shape, and probably […]
When it comes to cats, I have a slight tendency to act upon impulses. When it comes to my cat-related impulses, my instincts have not done wrong by me.
A family of six enjoyed a miraculous Mother’s Day this year. That family just so happens to be feline.