Crooked grins
I’m flawed. You’re flawed. Let’s get up, brush our teeth, and go on with being glorious anyway.
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I’m flawed. You’re flawed. Let’s get up, brush our teeth, and go on with being glorious anyway.
Tabby’s Place and sparrows and leopards and the color pink and pumpernickel and Pumpernickel (pictured at left) EXIST. Also strawberries, and ice cream made thereof, and oboes, and sneakers that light up when you step down. And someone figured out one day how to tie-dye things, and the world has been better ever since, and […]
You can’t blame June for a blessed thing. I suppose you could, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Neither would 1.366 million kittens.
I have good news and bad news. You’re never actually done. Neither is Sturgeon. But that’s just one of many excellent qualities you share with this big fish.
I’ve been thinking about Roadie. You haven’t been thinking about Roadie, but that’s about to change.
It was a few mice short. It was missing the half of a lizard we once found in Solarium B. But otherwise, it was astonishingly close.
“All people – all lives – are either in crisis, coming out of a crisis, or headed for a crisis.” – Andy Andrews “That may well be the case, Andyboy, but it’s actually OK.” – Hector Rosenberg
Sometimes I think we need to get back in the habit of declaring each other anathema. Cats never ditched this habit in the first place. As a matter of fact, they raised it to an art form.
Summertime, and the living is easy. Except when, where, and how it isn’t. And that’s quite alright.
I have many special memories of Tabby’s Place’s staff veterinarian, the eminent Dr. C. My favorite: performing a lunchtime duet of “Rock Me Amadeus” for a righteous purpose. Some of our younger staff members couldn’t quite believe us that such a song existed. Now they know better. They are also slightly and appropriately frightened. My […]