It won’t appear on your calendar, but this is a very important season for cats, humans, and all assorted animals, vegetables, minerals and politicians. It is the three-week period after Election Day, the great window of mercy…the time when campaign ads are silenced.
When someone loves the Tabby’s Place cats, it makes me happy in my heart. When someone loves the Tabby’s Place cats so much that it bubbles over in words, it makes me very happy in my heart. And when someone’s words overflow into a grand guest blog post, I’m HIMH to the hilt.
Some things are so perfect, so magnificent, so very nearly heavenly, that to add to them would be criminal. This image, for instance. Or, the following update from Edward and Juju‘s Pa.
I intended this to be a happy-clappy post about adopted Tabby’s Place veterans. I anticipated making cracks about Doritos-flavored Mountain Dew and Oreo Churros. But once again, we’re betwixt and between the quick and the dead. Grizzled, glorious Sylvia has left this earth.
Much depends on how you listen. If you’ve ever been convinced that Madonna was singing “last night I dreamt of some bagels,” you know the difference between hearing words and hearing the real words. And if you’ve ever loudly sung “last night I dreamt of some bagels” in public, you know this difference makes a […]
Editor’s note: Yesterday morning, Tabby’s Place was rocked by the passing of longtime resident Beatrice. Volunteer Larry, who perennially referred to Beatrice in his Texas drawl as “mah sweetheart,” was so kind as to pen the following tribute.
Tonight, little ghouls and ninja turtles and Groots and Elsas will descend upon your doorstep demanding confections. Next month, the leader of the free world will pardon a turkey. And within the span of seven magical days, we’ve got the pleasures of National Cat Day, All Saints’ Day, All Souls’ Day, and the silencing of […]
If you are (a) human, (b) over the age of eight and (c) equipped with a real, squishable heart, you have felt like a loser. Fortunately, Sherpa lacks (a), and so he’s spared feeling that the world is collectively flicking its finger and thumb in the shape of an L on its forehead.*
Cats arrive full of soul and song. In some cases, they come with personal theme songs. Magdalene‘s is Run the World (Girls). Thimble‘s is Happy Talk. And George‘s is most decidedly Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh.*
I’ve got bad news and great news. The robots are coming. But the robots have the potential to save the day…and the cat.