New new Hope
Hope needs an orange collar. Orange-collared cats need hope.
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There is a robust debate as to which human popularized the phrase “living my best life.” Contenders range from Snoop Dogg to Joel Osteen, with a strong case to be made for Oprah. But at Tabby’s Place, we know with absolute certainty where the phrase truly originated: cats.
There are cats who know they are God’s gift to humanity. There are cats who are content knowing they are God’s gift to themselves. And then there are cats who live out of a profound responsibility to delight.
What can we learn about cats and life and souls from Development software? As it turns out, a lot.
For a cat contained in a hospital, Miriam was a far-ranging voyager. It’s still hard to grasp that she’s begun her last voyage.
Here’s something worth thinking about. If you meet someone named Gus, is it short for August, Augustine, Augustus, or Asparagus?
You’re too late for the Newport Folk Festival.* You too early for Chance the Rapper’s tour. But you’re right on time for the aural experience of your lifetime.
When is an apparent “no” the biggest “yes” in the universe? When you can’t help but shake your head “OH YEAH!” to everything you see.