Forever Loved: Checkers
Checkers would never tell you this himself. But with tears in our eyes and white fur on our jeans, we need the world to know. Checkers was a king.
Checkers would never tell you this himself. But with tears in our eyes and white fur on our jeans, we need the world to know. Checkers was a king.
Things are about to get personal. We’re going to look in your eyes and read you our holiday wish list. We’re not going to ask you for a trip to Paris or a piece of the moon. We’re going to ask you to break our hearts.
Some days were Smarties, and some were nefarious Necco wafers. Some cats let us dress them up in our love, and others let us dress them up like iridescent snails. But for all its ups and downs, at Tabby’s Place, October is always a treat.
“Don’t call me a saint. I don’t want to be dismissed that easily.” – Dorothy Day “Call me anything you like. I’ll take care of not getting dismissed.” – Tucker
When someone tells you they don’t like cats, you have two options. You can call the police. Or you can ask them, “why?” (While dialing the police.)
Cats tolerate so much that they cannot understand. They put up with our insistence upon pants, superfluous expenditures better directed to dairy. They do not give us a hard time for having meetings when we could be laying on the floor. They respect our mysterious need to watch strangers throw balls into hoops and nets. […]
Sometimes a typo is truer than it knows. Moo Moo was formally “moved to the Lobby.” But Moo Moo was more accurately “loved to the Lobby.”
The United States is approaching a Presidential election. We are, and are not, going to talk about that on this blog.
Tell me how you get through the day, and I will tell you where your greatness lies. Try to tell me while your cheeks are full, and we will both laugh until we cry. Napoleon will laugh loudest.
There is a force that keeps love in orbit. There is a green that can’t be seen. There is a cat named Baby Yoda in Jonathan’s office.