Heirloom hopes
If you want to be with it, go little and local. Local produce. Local economy. Local artists. Think global, act local, be hipstery in the happiest ways. Lucky you: Tabby’s Place has a bumper crop of artisinal organic heirloom cats.
If you want to be with it, go little and local. Local produce. Local economy. Local artists. Think global, act local, be hipstery in the happiest ways. Lucky you: Tabby’s Place has a bumper crop of artisinal organic heirloom cats.
It happens every August. No sooner does the Fireball come down, than my spirits swoop. Fortunately this year, there’s another sort of white-hot flame.
A lot can change when you’re little. A lot can change when you’re learning. But far more than a lot will change when you’re loved.
We were just talking about Bonnie. We were just saying, “She looks good! I mean, she looks terrible, but she still looks good. Bright eyes, bright spark, still eating, still beautiful.” Always beautiful. Always loved. But, as of this afternoon, no longer within our grasp.
Funny thing about change: it happens. You can leave the place you’re at, but a change of scenery will change you. You can stay absolutely still, but the same old setting will keep shifting. And, if you’re Hildegarde, you can be a cat the size of a monument, but change will make you feel very, […]
Perhaps you loved Sienna long before she ever pawed upon the glass. Perhaps your love went wild with her viral photos. Perhaps you attempted to adopt her all the way from Amsterdam. However you’ve loved Sienna, oh, my homies, have we got a treat for you today.
Riddle me this, righteous ones. Who’s smaller than Prince, more curious than a kindergartener, and stranger than an entire stage of preening presidential candidates?
It’s August, kittens. August. The month of pterodactyl-sized bugs and Venus-high heat and the first flirtations with fall.
This may sound scandalous, but it’s a fact: At Tabby’s Place, we regularly see cats do Bad Things.
When Jonathan first agreed to an official Tabby’s Place blog, he gave me a free rein with the merest caveat. “Be as outrageous as you want,” said he. “Don’t worry about a professional tone,” said he. “Just don’t write about, you know, abortion or the death penalty or anything like that.” Today, kittens, I risk […]