Epilogues: September 2015
This is a wild, woolly world. We’ve got global goals and global griefs. We’ve got water on Mars and Macklemore back on the charts. Fortunately, we’ve also got gobs of cat news.
The pipes, the pipes
I have uncovered evidence of a vast cat-naming conspiracy. The other humans of Tabby’s Place have not permitted me to name a cat since Jean Valjean.
Gratuitous cat photos: #PopeInNYC edition
If you have not been hiding inside a tree or running for President, you are aware: Pope Francis is in da house. No, not Tabby’s Place, alas. But, as I type these words, the Pope is a mere hundred miles from Ringoes, NJ, and he’s got us having all kinds of papal fun-cio.
The fight of your life
I’ve just realized (yet) another way we differ from cats. We are continually, perpetually, all of us, defending our lives.
Forever Loved: Lacey
There’s a hole in the world today. If you trace the outline, that hole has many colors, many toes…and it’s being filled to the brim with too many tears.
Guest post: Affection with purpose
I’m primed to be a “fixer,” to a fault. I have a feeling readers of this blog can identify, big-hearted bunch that you are. If someone I love (of any species) is suffering, my first, fiercest impulse is to throw on my cape and fix. Fixing, or at least flapping about in a frenzy of […]
Sonnets don’t stop
Jonathan said something both ironic and profound this week. Actually, he said many such things. But the particular Rosenberg koan that comes to mind today is this: “We gotta put a moratorium on death.”
Fruitful labors
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
Epilogues: August 2015
“They” tell me it is now Meteorological Autumn. “They” say kitten season is on the wane. But the great, proverbial “they” don’t know a thing about the endless summer of cats.
Behaving Toddly
You’ll often hear it said at Tabby’s Place that a cat was returned “for no fault of his own.” Humans mystify. Grace withholds judgment. So we simply focus on the innocence of the innocent: the cat. But, there are exceptions. Todd was returned to us this summer…for every fault of his own.