Certain cats have always been here. Before the foundation of Tabby’s Place was lain; before life dragged any of us bedraggled humans onto the scene; long before there was even a Ringoes, NJ, they were here. Can you blame us for wanting them to always be here?
Confession: I err on the side of the positive. Perhaps pathologically positive. I will find a way to say something good about vegan cheese, and Cats, and the Department of Motor Vehicles. I will believe there are honest, honorable politicians. I will write, with all my heart, that “Scarywinkle” no longer deserves her nickname.
New Year has passed. New Year has not yet arrived. Ronnie knows how to rock the in-between.
Angela intrudes: I do not want to post Tara’s post. That’s not because it’s anything short of magnificent (as you’ll see: have tissues ready). It all too magnificently tells a tale I selfishly want to turn untrue: Tara is leaving Tabby’s Place, and the whole time zone, and our delighted day-to-day lives. I am in […]
The cats are all for big plans and big dreams. But the cats hope you’ll also remember to keep things little in 2020.
It’s Christmas Day, the heart of Chanukah, and very near to the shortest sliver of the year. 2019 is leaving us, yet not without light.
This is a night of waiting. Yearning. Keeping our watch of wondering love.
Has it really been five whole months since I last regaled you with tales of my personal lion king, Simba? Time certainly flies.
For some things, 2 months is a whole lifetime. Fruit flies only live for 14 days, and many species of mayflies live just 24 hours. For them, 2 months would be an eternity, but for most of us, 2 months is a blink of an eye. Although the last 2 months went by so fast, […]