Explosive events in the 20th century gave us the pop-culture notion of the nuclear option. That is to say that sometimes our old ways, our old ideas, our old just about everything needs to be blown to bits to make way for something new and, hopefully, better.
Tabby’s Place maintains a variety of “behavior logs.” If you are a cat, these are not the place you want to be. No, that’s not right. If you are a cat, these are exactly where you aspire to be.
I would hereby like to wish you an ordinary day. I have hereby bestowed you with a colossal blessing.
Smiling helps us get to the bottom of things. Smiling helps us to deal with the things at the bottom. Smiling carries us in warm, strong arms to the sun-kissed surface.
I wish I could tell you why people get mean when they’re really just scared. I wish I could tell you why they don’t write more songs about the smell of thunderstorms. I wish I could tell you why I don’t “get” avocado; no, not even in the form of guac; yes, I have tried […]
Long before you had a choice or a vote or a single tooth, you were saddled with a word that would become forever You. Have you grown into your name? Or has the name grown to fit your vastness?
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.