“Everything in moderation…including moderation.” “Sometimes too much of a good thing is wonderful.” These are philosophies worth espousing.
The wait is over; the rutabaga has been rutabaga’d. And, yes, my little root vegetables: yesterday’s mystery miracle was D’Artagnan. As it was told to his sponsors, so I now present to you his joyful swan song in two parts.
They say that those who refuse to learn from history are destined to repeat it in summer school. Tabby’s Place icon Tashi says that those who refuse to learn from history are destined to continue using the term “unadoptable.” Those who do learn from history, however, are about to have a feast of delight.
There’s a lot of leaping involved in what we do at Tabby’s Place. I don’t mean over dribbles of diarrhea. I don’t mean around sleeping cats. At least, I don’t mean exclusively those things. I mean leaps of the faithful kind.
Tabby’s Place has more quirky neighborhoods than a Brooklyn square mile. If the Community Room is the Hotel California and Adoption Room #3 is the hippest senior center in history, the Special Needs Suite is…um, well, not exactly the neighborhood in which you want to raise your kittens. Think Rent. Think Chicago. Think 42nd Street […]
That Petit Prince was on to something. In addition to being into foxes long before they were trendy, he knew: “what is most essential is invisible to the eye.” Consider Peggy Sue our Little Princess.
There has been violent meteorological talk around these parts recently. People are talking of insurrection. People are talking of roasting a certain errant groundhog. Fortunately, people are also talking about the ultimate forecast: abundant sunshine. Or Sunshine, as the case may be.
It’s painfully obvious – sometimes on a painfully-hourly basis – that we are made of dust. But do we forget that we’re also made of stars? Our Bonnie lass will not forget.
They tell me it’s been a “mild” winter. They tell me the globe is warming. They tell me a lot of things. I tell them: bollocks.
He’s not green. He doesn’t do jigs. But if St. Patrick’s Day means anything at all, it means luck. On this luckiest of weekends, Levi‘s covered in four-leaf clovers.