Tickle me not
There’s no fail-safe formula for finding a cat’s sweet spot at Tabby’s Place. Trial and error are often in order, and the game of “musical cats” goes on until everyone’s happy. At least, everyone feline.
Glorious and victorious
Back in middle school, I had a good friend who was known for exclaiming, during tough times, “How am I expected to remain victorious under these circumstances??!” Yeah. I was a weird middle schooler. (I’ve changed a lot not at all.) But, today, the news is wall-to-wall victorious.
Hurricane preparations
So they tell me we may get a little fall of rain in Jersey this weekend. Naturally, we’re taking all the appropriate precautions.* Most importantly: loading up on photos of kittens.
Prayers for Lola
OK, prayerful people, this post’s for you. Actually, this post’s for Lola. Today, she needs you.
Orange crush
It may be the third-most-asked question at Tabby’s Place. Hot on the heels of “Don’t they ever fight?” and “Where do you come up with all the names?”, people regularly ask: “Aren’t orange cats always male?”
Places in the heart(-shaped nose)
This week witnessed the cancellation of a certain Kate’s show. Fortunately, it also witnessed the success of a different Kate’s showing-off.
Artsy Evolution
I am not the most tech-dependent person around. Music geekiness, I get, but wired stuff? Not so much.
Moms on the run
If I were a sappier sort, I might say that mama cats are like snowflakes: no two are exactly alike. But I’ve been around cats long enough to know that metaphor doesn’t quite work. Mama cats are more like…Koosh balls.
Swagger
What would you say if I told you we have the feline equivalent of Tom Jones here at Tabby’s Place? Actually, we have more than one of them. Seriously. It’s not unusual.
They who must be obeyed
There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place. That’s true in at least two senses.