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These are trying times, kittens. We need something stronger than painted smiles to get through the day. Stronger than scotch-spiked espresso. Stronger, even, than cats with lemon helmets.
These are trying times, kittens. We need something stronger than painted smiles to get through the day. Stronger than scotch-spiked espresso. Stronger, even, than cats with lemon helmets.
We regularly discuss cats’ skill at being “in the moment.” Where we fret and stew and itch and agitate about the past and the future and the if and the maybe, cats stretch out full-length in the “is” and the “here” and the “now.”
This week in the U.S., we honor those who served. This week every second of every hour of every day at Tabby’s Place, we honor those who serve are served.
This can be a funny time of year. Not funny-ha-ha; funny like Election Day, or hemorrhoids, or ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.
I’m sure this occurs to you all the time. In fact, it’s so obvious, it barely merits mention: Cats have a lot in common with the people of the Trobriand Islands.
Age cannot eclipse elegance. Cancer cannot quell a heart of fire. And Raquel Welch cannot compete with Raquel Rosenberg.
If you Google “cat quotes,” you’ll find a wealth of words about art: “The smallest feline is a masterpiece,” said Leonardo da Vinci. “Dude, so true,” said Albert Schweitzer. “In fact, There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life – music and cats.” “Word!” said Edgar Allan Poe. “I wish I could […]
It is a very fine thing that cats don’t worry. Eek is not worried that Mario seems to prefer tabby girls. Goldie is not worried that perhaps Impy moved to Suite B because of his flatulence. Orion is not worried about what he can’t see.
Everything is connected. The future is today. (No, really.) And we’re only really “us” when we’re with “them.”
This was one of those headlines that made me say, I’m really glad there are people devoting their lives to studying this stuff. No, really. No, I’m not being facetious. Really. Go ahead and run your sarcasmometer all over me. I’m clean.