It’s August, kittens. August. The month of pterodactyl-sized bugs and Venus-high heat and the first flirtations with fall.
This may sound scandalous, but it’s a fact: At Tabby’s Place, we regularly see cats do Bad Things.
When Jonathan first agreed to an official Tabby’s Place blog, he gave me a free rein with the merest caveat. “Be as outrageous as you want,” said he. “Don’t worry about a professional tone,” said he. “Just don’t write about, you know, abortion or the death penalty or anything like that.” Today, kittens, I risk […]
Anyone who’s lived with cats or children or saints knows: higher creatures have their own calendars. It’s only us earthbound types who think holidays are sparsely scattershot across the year.
There are many things I don’t know. Why Jimmy Fallon hasn’t been elected president. Why there are no Waffle Houses in New Jersey. Where the following amazing writer gets all her amazing.
Some things are utterly, unavoidably, unforgivably* preposterous. Decaf espresso. Vegan cheese. Celebrity Wife Swap. Sienna‘s viral video.
This is a post I never wanted to have to write. This is a post I “should,” “rationally,” have been long prepared to write.
If you’re reading this post, you’re doing July right. Before you can properly celebrate Independence Day, Bastille Day, and Tapioca Pudding Day, you must know how the cats spent all the days of June.
Cats are capable of great feats. There are, however, certain activities they do not, will not, shall not do. Not for you, not for me, not for QuestLove and all the Roots.
You know that buncha guys. If you were a certain stripe of nerdy, you may have bunched together with that buncha guys. And, like every high school worth its mystery meat, Tabby’s Place has that buncha guys.