It’s October first. And when it comes to ranking the months in awesomeness, I’m here to tell you: it’s October, first.
It started sometime after the pandemic became pedestrian. Circa July 2020, a new, gnawing, unshuttupable hunger took hold. I needed sunflowers.
Lizzy and I know we’re supposed to grow. Lizzy and I earnestly wish for you to grow. But Lizzy and I would like to issue a public service announcement: growing isn’t the only thing going, and sometimes “no” is the way to flow.
Never underestimate the power of cured meat to complicate your day. I think Winston Churchill said that, but it might have been J-Lo.
For the second time in a generation, we were hosts to loads of locusts. Have you noticed that folks were far less revolted this time around? In place of panic, fascination. In lieu of flailing, revelation. I think this bodes well for us as a species…and, of course, for our favorite species. No, not cicadas, […]
We like to think lofty thoughts at Tabby’s Place. We like to think of ourselves as lofty beings, just a half-step below the angels. All our loftiness gets all of our cats laughing. Uproariously.
No one can run your race for you. But, by golly, do you have some glorious guides.
Here we are, betwixt and between the Sturgeon Moon and sweater weather. August was robust and ridiculous in equal measure. But it deposited us here on September’s shores, and here, with you, is exactly where the cats and I want to be.
Don’t you dare shut up. Don’t shut up about how inglorious the new Space Jam is, nor how glorious the first was and is and forever shall be, amen. Don’t shut up about injustice. Don’t shut up about your favorite sandwich shop. Don’t shut up about the furious raging love beneath your bones. Don’t shut […]