Body language is notoriously complex. This is all the more fraught with peril since cats are notoriously subtle, and humans are notoriously dim.
There have been too many losses this past month. But somehow, loss never has the final word.
People say that brown tabbies are common, average, unexciting. People say that those Tiggers and Tigers are dime-a-dozen, ordinary, “meh.” People say a lot of things. But we know: if brown tabbies aren’t your cup of tea, you’re missing out on some of the sweetest warmth known to humanity. Just ask Oolong.
Three million humans are expected to attend the Macy’s 4th of July Fireworks. Five hundred thousand humans will be at the Boston Pops Fireworks Spectacular. But the humans who are both rad and awesome are right here, checking out what went boom in the Tabby’s Place cats’ world this month.
It’s no small thing to find a soulmate. People and cats and binturongs stumble their whole lives in search of one true soul, and it takes more than luck to find — or to be found. But every so often, you stagger into a story that’s also a signpost, a great red flag plunged into […]
In the world of cliches and mental shortcuts, cats are associated with many things. Mice.* Yarn.** Milk.*** LOLz.**** I would like to draw your attention to an overlooked cat-related entity: the egg.
We are only human, and subject to many limitations. We put our socks on one at a time. We cannot see straight from New Jersey to Neptune with our naked little eyes. And, in the presence of a cat named Jed, we will inevitably sing one song.
There are people who scare you: dictators, axe murderers, Ronald McDonald. There are people who evoke your sympathy: starving people, lonely people, people enslaved by warlords or warlocks. Then there are the people who fall into both categories simultaneously.
As promised, today you feast on a tale of l’amour vrai. Nothing I could say could conceivably enhance the miracle you’re about to enjoy, and so I hand things over to a gentleman we’ll simply call Monsieur Le Plus Awesome: