After the storm
Is life a tragedy or a comedy? How about Tabby’s Place?
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Unending reign
If I can avoid it, I don’t like penning two sad posts back-to-back. Today, I can’t avoid it. But given who’s the source of sorrow, I can’t be too sappy, either. Not if I don’t want a certain sleek little mink of a cat to haunt me haughtily.
The beat goes on
I’m not gonna try to drizzle this with syrup, kittens. We’ve been battered, beaten and boxed about the ears this month.
The Smokey gun
“Who is that cat?” “Which cat?” “The one with the thing. You know, the thing. That thing. The neck thing.”
Exegesis of goodbye
The equation always holds, but that never makes it feel right: The longer you’ve loved someone, the larger “goodbye” looms.
Irresolute
Resolved: 1) To get more riboflavin 2) To take Orion to a Mumford and Sons concert 3) To finally, truly, deeply understand the soul of the cat
Guest post: Sirius senses
Human beings do not have five senses. We have many, many more — including proprioception. But just when we think we might be pretty amazing, cats remind us what sense and sensibility are all about.
Music for cats for music
2015 has given us many gifts. Princess Bubblegum. Caffeinated peanut butter. Music for cats.
Gratuitous cat photo of the day: O night divine
Nose-to-nose with Love, prophets and sages of all sorts have the good sense to fall on their knees, speechless. In the face of the divine, words fail.