(Rin)goes on
The numbers did not compute. Six months old. Three pounds. One tabby. Zero time.
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I love that for you
There’s a wonderful expression I’m hearing more and more: “I love that for you.” People say it when life smiles on somebody else. People say it when a friend is excited about something (e.g., nachos, leather pants, existentialism), regardless of whether or not they share the excitement. Ruchi has been saying it all along.
Cheesy
It is a glorious thing to be a cheesy guy. You crack jokes that don’t hurt anyone’s feelings. You get tearful when you hear “The Rainbow Connection,” especially the Willie Nelson version. (Cheesy guys love Willie Nelson.) You’re so warm, you never worry about being “cool.” But this summer, one cheesy guy’s hope was melting […]
Seize the tabby
There is nothing small about a tabby cat who knows how to seize the day. There is, however, something distinctly “Li’l” about him.
Tagged, Part II
We pick up where we left off Tuesday. Tag, the beautiful “black swan” stray, has just been dealt impossible odds…
Malora ameliorates
There is some confusion about the name “Malora.” In one language, it means “downfall.” In another, it’s slang for “partner in crime.” But when the cat’s got your tongue, “Malora” can only mean “it gets better.”
Tagged, Part I
You didn’t know why you were tagged. Nobody ever does. But ever since you were just a jellybean of a kitten, you knew it, Tag. You were set apart.
Bald is beautiful
There are a few things in which I refuse to believe: grocery store tomatoes, the existence of “bad” cats, settings in which it is inappropriate to wear a scrunchie, and coincidences. But, if you’re on the fence about that last item, let me put up my hair, call Obi, and see what we can do.
Unfathomable firsts
When is a birthday more “miracle” than milestone? When the odds were against it … but the oddballs of love rolled up their sleeves.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: It’s a Thing
It’s a thing at Tabby’s Place and pretty much everywhere else to talk to cats. Everybody does it. No, it isn’t weird. We’re not weird.