Heartbroken preface: one of the perils of writing these posts weeks in advance is that, sometimes, “tomorrow” knows terrible things that I don’t. At the time I wrote the following, Alvin was at the peak of his zest. Days later, his health took a tumble, then a turn for the terrible. Despite the tireless efforts […]
I’m going to let you in on a secret. We’re all a bunch of miracles around here. We are simultaneously a bunch of buffoons. Ergo: it is high time to blow up the biggest, brightest balloons.
April, April, you merry little month. You bring us wicker baskets of blossoms, and wry wailing winds to whirl them all away.
Quick. Tell me what you were scared of on April 29, 2021. Maybe you were afraid that the pestilence would pounce upon you. Maybe you were afraid that the cat you’d just trundled to the vet would not forgive you. Maybe you were afraid that Ozark would never return for a fourth season.
When my beloved snow angel cat died, I grasped at plush through the fog. Specifically, I found myself bringing home a very large stuffed lion from the grocery store. Like my Pippa, it would sleep in my arms and catch my tears in its fur. Like my Pippa, it would be approximately six pounds of […]
Let the record show that 120 cats and one Development Director have a violent loathing for the song “At Seventeen.” Love is most definitely not reserved for beauty queens, or cartoon princesses, or anyone other than everyone. Including one generous gent. Actually, two.
Love and pain will find us all, like a million Waldos befuddled under striped hats. Love and pain will make us turn around and face ourselves. Will we repudiate or rejoice?
Two days hence, the world will celebrate Easter (as well as the birthday of Tabby’s Place’s venerable veterinarian, Dr. C). It’s always been my favorite holiday, and not primarily because I am an unrepentant fan of the entire oeuvre of Peeps products.