Thar she blows…
Ahoy, mateys. If ever we wanted best mates, we’ve got them…and they are you.
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The music doesn’t stop
If you are reading this post, I know two things about you with a fair degree of confidence. 1) You are not at Bonnaroo.* 2) You have given to the Linda Fund.
Gratuitous cat photos of the day: Cool characters
At this precise moment, it is 87 degrees in Ringoes, NJ, with a “RealFeel” of 90. I am not complaining. Neither are the cats. We are desert creatures. We do not beat the heat; we eat the heat. But in the event that you are a tundra creature ruing your sweaty life at this moment, […]
Ambrosial
Part of knowing someone — human, feline, or giant iridescent squid — is knowing what makes him angry. In the case of a certain Tabby’s Place Founder & Executive Director, one guaranteed angry-maker is Three’s Company.
Epilogues: May 2015
If you read Felis Catus on the regular, you know: we do our Epilogues on the first Friday of the month. That’s Friday as in tomorrow, as in, not today. However, there’s news of Jurassic proportions barreling our way tomorrow. We don’t want to unveil this epic information before it’s officially hatched, though, hence the […]
Because Fridays deserve infinite awesome
I don’t know where your mind wanders when it wanders. I don’t know what’s on your heart and on your soul today. I do know, with the certainty of 10,000 credos, that you are about to be emptied of all such things.
Senior sprints
Here are two pieces of free advice: 1) Don’t bet against old men. 2) Don’t attempt to outrun old cats.
Fionahhhhh
Your name is more than something the deli guy yells when your sliced slaw is ready. It’s a certain signal to your essence. This is never truer than when it changes. And it’s never, ever truer than when you’re a cat.
Snow whoa
With apologies to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, winter is not coming. This is the time of magnolias and birdsong and the leaping greenly spirits of trees. But that doesn’t mean we’re not game for a little snow.