Age cannot eclipse elegance. Cancer cannot quell a heart of fire. And Raquel Welch cannot compete with Raquel Rosenberg.
If you Google “cat quotes,” you’ll find a wealth of words about art: “The smallest feline is a masterpiece,” said Leonardo da Vinci. “Dude, so true,” said Albert Schweitzer. “In fact, There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life – music and cats.” “Word!” said Edgar Allan Poe. “I wish I could […]
It is a very fine thing that cats don’t worry. Eek is not worried that Mario seems to prefer tabby girls. Goldie is not worried that perhaps Impy moved to Suite B because of his flatulence. Orion is not worried about what he can’t see.
Everything is connected. The future is today. (No, really.) And we’re only really “us” when we’re with “them.”
This was one of those headlines that made me say, I’m really glad there are people devoting their lives to studying this stuff. No, really. No, I’m not being facetious. Really. Go ahead and run your sarcasmometer all over me. I’m clean.
He came to us after one hurricane. He left us on the eve of another. Like the wind we can’t see coming or going, Hobbes has flown from our grasp.
We track all sorts of statistics at Tabby’s Place. For instance: Number of active volunteers: 150 Number of cats in Suite B: 18 Total weight, in pounds, of cats in Suite C: infinity
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.
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.