Gratuitous cat photos of the day: Invited to the feast
Tis the season to be feasty beasts. Gingerbread. Pfefferneuse. Fruitcake. Fudge. Linzer cookies. Strufuli.* Arid orbs of prescription cat food.
Tis the season to be feasty beasts. Gingerbread. Pfefferneuse. Fruitcake. Fudge. Linzer cookies. Strufuli.* Arid orbs of prescription cat food.
It’s gotta be hard, being Faye. Face of an angel… Cotton candy fur… Eyes of utter innocence…
It’s Advent. It’s December. It’s the time of the season when the cats and I are up to our whiskers in your kindness.
Has it ever occurred to you that giving thanks is a radical act? That’s radical as in courageous maverick pioneer, not Point Break.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry that, by titling this post as it is titled, I’ve infected your brain with the Fanta commercial song.
Every once in a great while, we receive an offer so compassionate, so compelling, so colossal, that we simply must share it with you. This week, we’ve received the most unstinky of offers.
These are trying times, kittens. We need something stronger than painted smiles to get through the day. Stronger than scotch-spiked espresso. Stronger, even, than cats with lemon helmets.
We regularly discuss cats’ skill at being “in the moment.” Where we fret and stew and itch and agitate about the past and the future and the if and the maybe, cats stretch out full-length in the “is” and the “here” and the “now.”
This week in the U.S., we honor those who served. This week every second of every hour of every day at Tabby’s Place, we honor those who serve are served.