You may think that Ringoes, NJ was named for Ringo Starr and his clones. You may think that Tabby’s Place has only tabby cats. You may think the Special Needs Suite contains cats with Special Needs, and/or Special Needs Cats. But I say unto you, dream a little bigger, darling.
Quick: name a squeaky-clean gentleman with the following characteristics: Named Mitt R. Quietly conservative Not addicted to running for President of the United States
In winter’s waning grey days, it is important to eat your colors. This is true even if you take your Flintstones vitamins. This is true even if all you want to eat is cherry licorice.* Fortunately, Carrot is here for you.
When you’re human, it’s easy to drowse into climate-controlled forgetfulness. But when you live with cats, it’s impossible to forget that you are more than your mind.
Much like the New York Times, Felis Catus is committed to journalistic integrity. Unlike the New York Times, Felis Catus has the advantage of feline editors.
Some wag wrote that “everyone is normal ’til you get to know them.” But I say unto you, no one is ordinary once you get to love them.
Now is not the winter of our discontent. Now is not yet the triumphal procession towards spring. Now is the holy roll of ordinary time at Tabby’s Place.
I confess befuddlement before the cult of celebrity. I have never been one to dream of catching a wispy glimpse of someone known to many someones. This is as true of famous humans* as it is of famous cats.
If you’re going to visit Suite C at Tabby’s Place, it’s probably best to bring your own tent. It’s loud and messy and magical in there, and the last thing you want is to have to leave early.
At Tabby’s Place today, we were discussing matters of an actuarial nature. This is as exciting as it sounds. Actuarial questions include, “How long can a cat with Disease Z be estimated to survive?” and “What are the projected expenses for the duration of Average Cat X’s life?” Actuarial angst ultimately boils down to, “How […]