Fruitful labors
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
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You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
“They” tell me it is now Meteorological Autumn. “They” say kitten season is on the wane. But the great, proverbial “they” don’t know a thing about the endless summer of cats.
You’ll often hear it said at Tabby’s Place that a cat was returned “for no fault of his own.” Humans mystify. Grace withholds judgment. So we simply focus on the innocence of the innocent: the cat. But, there are exceptions. Todd was returned to us this summer…for every fault of his own.
If you want to be with it, go little and local. Local produce. Local economy. Local artists. Think global, act local, be hipstery in the happiest ways. Lucky you: Tabby’s Place has a bumper crop of artisinal organic heirloom cats.
It happens every August. No sooner does the Fireball come down, than my spirits swoop. Fortunately this year, there’s another sort of white-hot flame.
A lot can change when you’re little. A lot can change when you’re learning. But far more than a lot will change when you’re loved.
We were just talking about Bonnie. We were just saying, “She looks good! I mean, she looks terrible, but she still looks good. Bright eyes, bright spark, still eating, still beautiful.” Always beautiful. Always loved. But, as of this afternoon, no longer within our grasp.
Funny thing about change: it happens. You can leave the place you’re at, but a change of scenery will change you. You can stay absolutely still, but the same old setting will keep shifting. And, if you’re Hildegarde, you can be a cat the size of a monument, but change will make you feel very, […]
Perhaps you loved Sienna long before she ever pawed upon the glass. Perhaps your love went wild with her viral photos. Perhaps you attempted to adopt her all the way from Amsterdam. However you’ve loved Sienna, oh, my homies, have we got a treat for you today.
Riddle me this, righteous ones. Who’s smaller than Prince, more curious than a kindergartener, and stranger than an entire stage of preening presidential candidates?