Kitty recently told you about Faith. I, too, am here to tell you about Faith. She’s just that important.
I used to wonder why we always offer a “moment of silence” in the wake of tragedy. Why silence, when sound and fury seem like something more solid to offer? Why silence, when the inner impulse is increased intensity?
If witches have “familiars” (cats, toads, bats, senators, etc.), we — whatever we are at Tabby’s Place — have “peculiars.” Halloween has come. Halloween has gone. All Saints and All Souls have made their annual appearance. But holidays are perpetual at the Place called Tabby’s, and we’re rich in treats and tricksters, holy mischief-makers and […]
Ours is a world of worries. The climate is changing. Human nature is not changing. There’s a hot blob off the coast of New Zealand. Unsavory characters have been stealing enormous statuettes of Snoop Dogg.
It is so very good that the universe is so very unfair to us. Perhaps I should let all six-year-olds and cats leave the room before I continue.
It’s entirely possible that we have galumphing hordes of grandparents on our hands. We’re rich, kittens. Who among us, whether seven or seventy-seven, couldn’t use a good Grandpa or twelve?
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.’” – C.S. Lewis “All this time I thought I was the first arrival from my planet.” – Obsidian “You ain’t. Let’s colonize this place.” – Marcus
A pigeonhole is a nice place to visit, but it’s dangerous business trying to live there. Just ask the cat who is a smidge larger than your average pigeon.
We’re all freshmen here. Anyone who tells you otherwise needs a bigger hug than most.
They tell me that Shelley can see, at best, “light and shadows.” I tell you that’s more than enough, when the light and shadows are such as they are.