Forever Loved: Peachy
No. No. No, this is not OK.
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After the storm
He came to us after one hurricane. He left us on the eve of another. Like the wind we can’t see coming or going, Hobbes has flown from our grasp.
Guest post: Collectible Kittys
We track all sorts of statistics at Tabby’s Place. For instance: Number of active volunteers: 150 Number of cats in Suite B: 18 Total weight, in pounds, of cats in Suite C: infinity
Epilogues: September 2015
This is a wild, woolly world. We’ve got global goals and global griefs. We’ve got water on Mars and Macklemore back on the charts. Fortunately, we’ve also got gobs of cat news.
The pipes, the pipes
I have uncovered evidence of a vast cat-naming conspiracy. The other humans of Tabby’s Place have not permitted me to name a cat since Jean Valjean.
Gratuitous cat photos: #PopeInNYC edition
If you have not been hiding inside a tree or running for President, you are aware: Pope Francis is in da house. No, not Tabby’s Place, alas. But, as I type these words, the Pope is a mere hundred miles from Ringoes, NJ, and he’s got us having all kinds of papal fun-cio.
The fight of your life
I’ve just realized (yet) another way we differ from cats. We are continually, perpetually, all of us, defending our lives.
Forever Loved: Lacey
There’s a hole in the world today. If you trace the outline, that hole has many colors, many toes…and it’s being filled to the brim with too many tears.
Guest post: Affection with purpose
I’m primed to be a “fixer,” to a fault. I have a feeling readers of this blog can identify, big-hearted bunch that you are. If someone I love (of any species) is suffering, my first, fiercest impulse is to throw on my cape and fix. Fixing, or at least flapping about in a frenzy of […]
Sonnets don’t stop
Jonathan said something both ironic and profound this week. Actually, he said many such things. But the particular Rosenberg koan that comes to mind today is this: “We gotta put a moratorium on death.”