Joey Muffins
You can tell a cat is loved by his nicknames. Any stray can be a Joseph. It is a perfectly respectable name, shared by saints and Jonas brothers. But it takes the lilt of love to turn you into Joey Muffins.
You can tell a cat is loved by his nicknames. Any stray can be a Joseph. It is a perfectly respectable name, shared by saints and Jonas brothers. But it takes the lilt of love to turn you into Joey Muffins.
Editor’s Note: Oh, dear ones, you are in for a masterpiece of tenderness today. If you have ever wondered if it’s possible to be truly known and truly loved at the same time … exactly as you are … read on. Myron and Barbara are love on legs, and Max and Pippin are the kind of blessings that bloom when […]
In Roman numerals, “C” indicates one hundred. In Ringoes, New Jersey, “Cici” indicates one hundred percent. As in, perfect.
Good morning, dear Gigi. Forgive my peasant ways. Here I am, rushing in on a first-name basis, wearing a sweatshirt with a marinara stain from 2007, forgetting to curtsy. I’m not even sure what title befits your dignity. Should I address you as Your Eminence? Is it Your Grace? Or may I call you Geege?
This is not a hobby. This is not a game. This is Scrabble, and all his letters come down to Y-O-U.
“Oh, sweetheart, you go first.” “Tell me what you need. Tell me who made you cry. Tell me everything.” “Me? Don’t you worry about me. I’m not hungry.” Pancake said it with a smile, because she meant it from her heart.
How can I welcome people to Tabby’s Place without your help, Theodosia? You were my co-conspirator, my hidden pearl, and the other half of my comedy duo. The much better half.
Brave little moonchild, how I yearn to be like you. I will never have your feathery silk coat, all shimmering sable. Yours alone is the lunar energy that whirls you like joy’s dervish. But, Luna, if you teach me even a fraction of your courage, I may yet learn to shine.
Joy cannot have cookies. Joy cannot have crackers. Joy cannot have crunchies, munchies, or any of the niblets that most cats consider non-negotiable. And none of this can jolt Joy’s joy.
World leaders, policymakers, miscellaneous ice cream persons and yak herders, may we have your attention? We realize you are occupied with a world of grief and war. The sorrows seem intractable. Love limps along. But today, on International Women’s Day, we would like to submit our answer to the planet’s problems. Put a woman in […]