Anathematics
Sometimes I think we need to get back in the habit of declaring each other anathema. Cats never ditched this habit in the first place. As a matter of fact, they raised it to an art form.
Sometimes I think we need to get back in the habit of declaring each other anathema. Cats never ditched this habit in the first place. As a matter of fact, they raised it to an art form.
Summertime, and the living is easy. Except when, where, and how it isn’t. And that’s quite alright.
Take it from this fanilow, Barry Manilow’s oeuvre is just like cats (no, not the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical; the actual furbies). Each song is the favorite, and each song is the best.
I have many special memories of Tabby’s Place’s staff veterinarian, the eminent Dr. C. My favorite: performing a lunchtime duet of “Rock Me Amadeus” for a righteous purpose. Some of our younger staff members couldn’t quite believe us that such a song existed. Now they know better. They are also slightly and appropriately frightened. My […]
Friends are reuniting. F*R*I*E*N*D*S are reuniting. As months go, you might say this May was The One With High Hopes. Then again, we are in the business of cats, so hopes around here are always Himalaya-high.
Whether you realize it or not, you are very, very familiar with the Arthurian Legend. Maybe you haven’t done the deep nerd thing (I can NOT make that claim), having never delved into Mallory (too much jousting!), Chrétien De Troyes (maudlin much?), or the Mabinogion (Welsh dictionary advised). Maybe you have never participated in any […]
Do you ever wake up, look up, and feel quite certain that the morning itself is giving you a funny look? Do you ever think this might be the day when grace finally, terribly runs out for you? Do you ever fear that there are apex predators in your pond?
At Tabby’s Place, we try to maintain a modicum of decorum. Translation: we do not literally swing from chandeliers. Metaphorically, all bets are off. Translation: WHEEEEEE!
Blissfully back inside Tabby’s Place, I am now one of the hands-on volunteers who get to sweep, mop, stock, and do all manner of cleaning and tasks that need lots of doing, all day, every day. (The cats wish I were a feeder, but they have that wish of all of the people they see […]
Pucker up, kittens. It’s time to squeeze a fresh glass of fun and get ourselves all gaudy.