We see a lot at Tabby’s Place. Some days, it seems we see it all, feel it all. And then we meet a cat who’s out-felt the whole lot of us.
Tabby’s Place is a very fine place indeed. But make no mistake: the best place for every cat is with his own particular slice of humanity. Ergo, we are jubilant for one Julius.*
If you are a living creature, you may have some questions. What is life? Why are we here? What ever happened to justice, and mercy, and pudding pops, and Nickelodeon Gak?
April, are you really the cruelest month? You took one Prince, but you gave us another in his bathrobe. You took too many friends, but you promised to return them in an April that will never end.
“Give us this day an itemized, notarized guarantee of everything we will need for the next five years.” If cats pray, they do not pray like this.
Fads are fads and facts are facts, and rarely the twain shall meet. This is especially true when it comes to cosmetics and cats.
Chester Rosenberg “should not” be flourishing. Chester Rosenberg “should not” be more energetic than a dozen Jimmy Fallons. Chester Rosenberg does not believe in should-ing on himself.
Have you ever been delighted, only to be disappointed, only to be delighted more deeply than you could have dreamed in the first place? Knox feels ya.
Some things are exceedingly rare: Male calicos. Leonid meteor storms. Humble Kanye West tweets. Angela being permitted to name cats for Les Miserables characters.
Sometimes the cats are mirrors of our better angels. Sometimes, they’re funhouse mirrors of what we would or could be.