Hot dignity dog, part I
You probably assume the best part of this business is the cats we get to meet. And you’re right, except you need to define “cats” a bit more broadly.
Veterans’ way
If you’re reading these words, you have endured. You have endured being born onto a blue-green gazing ball, a world that serves you pie and pain and perplexity at every turn. You have endured the inability to marry Crinkle Bob. (This is a suffering we share collectively. Support group meets at 7pm every Tuesday.) You […]
Forever loved: Nyla
Nyla left us on November 9th, 69 years to the day after the poet Dylan Thomas. He was 39; she was considerably older, in the scratchy arithmetic of cat years. They both knew a thing or two about rage, and light, and reigning. And on November 10th, when our grief is gale-force, we need all […]
Never make them wonder
“Never let them see you sweat” is one thing. “Never leave them wondering about your love” is everything. Cats have chosen the better thing.
On the Gulliverge
There is an unpretentious bush across from my balcony. It’s brown. Rectangular. Unremarkable. Until it makes its own remarks, which remake autumn. And now, for every November until the final embers, it shall be known as “Gulliver.”
Epilogues: October 2022
O! Planet October, how did you enter our orbit? There we were, Septembering along like woolly bear caterpillars, when POOF! you filled the sky and turned our world upside-down. And now, O! October! Here we are with stars in our eyes and stomachs full of butterflies and so many shouts and sighs, I don’t know […]
Forever loved: Kane was able
It happened again. It will keep happening. It will happen until our hearts harden like granite, like gristle, like “good sense.” Which is to say, it will keep happening.
Saints and souls and sweets
I saw Batman on the bypass this morning. I saw Oram in Suite FeLV. I don’t need to explain which was more exciting.
Hallowed weenies
The following is an under-reported truth, buried under less important stories by more eminent media outlets. But that’s why you turn to Tabby’s Place for the real, wriggly deal. And here it is: cats have mixed feelings about Halloween.
All fours
Where did you learn to crawl? Where did you learn to walk? Where will you learn to crawl again? Where will you be when you learn how much Fergie hates the song Fergalicious?