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.
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.
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.
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.
In Greek, the word zoe (Ζωή for you purists) means life. Therefore, the word Zoey must translate to the underappreciated adjective lifey.
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.
If years were condiments, 2015 would be a fresh jar of Jif. Today is fresh, unsullied, full of poetry and possibility. But before we plunge into that smooth unknown, here’s one last tarantella with Old Man 2014.
It’s the cusp of a shiny new year. As we toast these waning hours of 2014, let’s sing for old friends…and one wondrous new guest blogger.
This Christmas, the cats and I hope you get the desires of your heart.
The cats remind us that we are not alone. For every oddity and instance of ookiness, there’s a comrade in arms to share your strangeness.
A surprisingly poetic statesman once referred to “unknown unknowns.” These are the things we don’t know we don’t know. Falling squarely into that category: the real truth about “We Wish You A Merry Christmas.”