Epilogues: January 2015
Now is not the winter of our discontent. Now is not yet the triumphal procession towards spring. Now is the holy roll of ordinary time at Tabby’s Place.
To know, know, know them…and you
I confess befuddlement before the cult of celebrity. I have never been one to dream of catching a wispy glimpse of someone known to many someones. This is as true of famous humans* as it is of famous cats.
Bonnaroo(n)
If you’re going to visit Suite C at Tabby’s Place, it’s probably best to bring your own tent. It’s loud and messy and magical in there, and the last thing you want is to have to leave early.
To love at all
At Tabby’s Place today, we were discussing matters of an actuarial nature. This is as exciting as it sounds. Actuarial questions include, “How long can a cat with Disease Z be estimated to survive?” and “What are the projected expenses for the duration of Average Cat X’s life?” Actuarial angst ultimately boils down to, “How […]
We shoulda known
There are things we probably should have realized sooner than we did. I should have realized, when my high school boyfriend chose Tubthumping by Chumbawamba as “our song,” that this relationship would ultimately fall down and not get up again. You should have realized, when your blind date introduced himself as Joey “Spicy Meat-a-Ball” Spinelli, […]
Garden stewards
Cats are unconcerned with metrics. Development directors and other dorklike individuals go googly over stats like “length of stay” and “kitten-to-adult adoption ratio.” Cats and other awesomelike individuals are not so concerned.
It doesn’t end here
Sometimes I forget that we see only a few chapters. We love the Tabby’s Place cats completely. But it’s humbling — and liberating — to remember that we don’t exhaust their complete story of love.
Forever loved: Into the grey
It’s been said that it’s harder to make people laugh than to make them cry. Lady Grey and Babs deserve high honors for having made us do both.
Lifey
In Greek, the word zoe (Ζωή for you purists) means life. Therefore, the word Zoey must translate to the underappreciated adjective lifey.
Super egos
I do not know if pop stars claim to write their own songs. I do know, with serene confidence, that they do not write their own songs. If they tell you otherwise, they speak with forked tongue.