A headline catches your eye and quickens your heart. You want to read the whole story. You click. Your heart sinks. You can’t even peek at a paragraph, because you’re not a subscriber. You’ve just hit what’s called “a paywall,” and it’s happened to all of us. Well, maybe not all of us.
O! Oram! Mighty orb of mischief, there can only be one. But thanks to you, none of us will ever again feel like “the only one.”
Knowledge is power, except when it ties you up in knots. Fortunately, cats exceed us in both knowledge and power, so there is nothing to worry about.
Maxey did not need a tail like a Disney squirrel. Maxey did not want a fearsome retrovirus. But somewhere between wants and needs, there is a soft place to land.
Penny, love, do you know how you shine? I can’t even say your name without that suffix, “love,” and that should tell you everything.
When does love make its landing? Do the wheels touch down only after some required minimum time in the air? Or does love define its own gravity? Fourteen cats depended on the answer.
In a world of scorn and snark, you can count on cats to never dress you down. And yet, the earl of earnest felines happens to be all dressed up.
We will do almost anything for our cats at Tabby’s Place. We will lay on the linoleum like earthworms to blink reassurance into their eyes. We will administer flotillas of squeeze-tuna. We will drive through the night to the emergency vet, regardless of cost. If they rise up and demand yak mousse from one specific […]
How could we believe Cora was frail, when she loved from strength to strength? How do you prepare your heart for things your head always knew? How do you say “goodbye,” when every “hello” was a gift?