Tiny Tail 2016
What’s that old chestnut? “Sometimes things have to fall apart so better things can fall together.” Or, in Sable-speak: “Sometimes your tail has to get degloved so your people can get devoted.”
What’s that old chestnut? “Sometimes things have to fall apart so better things can fall together.” Or, in Sable-speak: “Sometimes your tail has to get degloved so your people can get devoted.”
There’s a sense in which you’re about to read a jeremiad. Not the sense in which the word is usually defined. (Why would we do that?) No: we’re talking about slapping together Jeremy the cat with The Iliad.
For the fruits of your labors, the Tabby’s Place cats thank you. You donate. You share our stories. You pray. You love. You labor your legwarmers off…and your labors do not go unnoticed.
The songwriters of the world can’t quite agree about September. Some want to remember it.* Some are trying to remember it. Some just want to be awakened when it ends. And then there are the cats.
Everyone is someone’s favorite, even if the only Someone is God. But Mario…Mario was everyone’s favorite.
Kittens are kittens, until they are not. It’s for hard-hitting facts like this that you turn to Felis Catus.
The Odd Squad at Tabby’s Place has zero mere members. It does, however, have 100 co-captains.
There’s an expression I keep hearing this summer: “You just do you.” Or, turned around, “I gotta do me.”
Here’s a pleasant thought: you are older than you’ve ever been. And now you’re even older.*