Timid poet, you asked so little of life, and always politely. Life smiled every time it said your name.
Tell Madonna she’s your lucky star, and she will believe you. Vogue around Suite B, and you will find she knows all the moves. Just don’t call her the Queen of Pop, because she’s one hundred percent rock ‘n roll.
When laughter gives me courage, I will think of Tucker. When I remember the silliest hearts are the strongest, I will think of Tucker. But today, I’m not ready to think of a world without Tucker.
Maybe Bella needs us to listen because she’s used to being “beautiful.” Maybe Bella listens so well because she really is beautiful.
There is nothing wrong with a new friend. Sweetie may open a trapdoor in your heart that you always thought was a floor. Who knew there was a whole basement of love down there? Jean Claude may show you his ability to fit the entirety of France inside a single one of his cheeks. Lita […]
Humans believe there are no stupid questions. Cats want to believe, but then they hear us ask, “is the world ready for plant-based octopus?” “What is the center of the universe?” And, “why has nobody adopted Sammy?”
When you are a Tabby’s Place cat, you infuse every square inch of time with importance. There are no mundane months around here. Yet even our gourds and ladies know: there is something about October.
Love has no coupons to give. Love knows nothing of discounts. Love asks everything, but somehow, it does not leave us empty.
If you could see the face of everyone you have yet to love, would you want that preview? If you knew how much love would ask of you, would you choose it anyway?