“Blink” is the title of the scariest, creepiest, horriblest, awesomest episode of Doctor Who EVER. (Unlike the magnificent benefactors Tabby’s Place relies on, not all angels are all that great.) “Blink” is the word (sorry, Grease) my friend from Bangkok confused with “wink.” Whenever she suggested we go to The Winking Lizard for wings, she’d […]
You do it too. I know you do. Don’t feign misunderstanding. Fess up. Every single one of your cats has at least one ridiculous nickname (maybe a ridiculous actual name), and probably several nicknames, in fact. The one on my lap right now outrageously bears the given name of a physicist. Since Higgs hypothesized what […]
I had one vacation day left. I really needed a vacation, but this just couldn’t cut it.
When a cat oozes around your ankles, it is not just a plea for food or attention (oh, it is definitely partly either or both of those). When a cat slides or somersaults down the stairs, it’s not simply to show off beauty and agility (although it is most definitely both of those).
Any self-respecting cat would never buy a bushel and a half of horse apples for 3 people, not even to can applesauce and bake cake. No single cat that has ever existed in the entire universe (they are out of this world!) would ever think that was a suitable amount of apples per capita.
Eating season during an eating year (COVID 15 anyone?) leaves many of us in a perpetual state of being half full. This is true of our bellies and our minds. No time to fully digest everything before the next thing to swallow gets shoved down our throats or dumped into our over-taxed heads.
There are times when breathing isn’t particularly easy. The world can take one’s breath away through the beauty of a vista, the thrill of an achievement, or the fear of what may come. Sometimes we can’t breathe for laughing. Those are the best times.
Syringe or jigger, vaccine or booze, if it was a shot, then 2020 was THE year. Personally, I prefer the jigger-kind and probably had a few too many tequila shots in college, but 2020 was very different.
Year-end can be strange and difficult. It is literally a dark time, even in the best of times. In the worst of times, we can feel hopeless and lost. But, in the darkest times, all is not lost, although we must sometimes dig deep into Pandora’s cherished box to find hope.
In Massachusetts, there is a mecca for the brewed barley connoisseur, with a name that resounds through the Tabby’s Place Lobby where one furry little Lord Hobo reigns(ish) supreme (depending on whether or not Olive has a say). Meanwhile, in sweet suite A, our Boom-Sauce brings the awesome sauce (please do not inform the author […]