Three million humans are expected to attend the Macy’s 4th of July Fireworks. Five hundred thousand humans will be at the Boston Pops Fireworks Spectacular. But the humans who are both rad and awesome are right here, checking out what went boom in the Tabby’s Place cats’ world this month.
It’s no small thing to find a soulmate. People and cats and binturongs stumble their whole lives in search of one true soul, and it takes more than luck to find — or to be found. But every so often, you stagger into a story that’s also a signpost, a great red flag plunged into […]
In the world of cliches and mental shortcuts, cats are associated with many things. Mice.* Yarn.** Milk.*** LOLz.**** I would like to draw your attention to an overlooked cat-related entity: the egg.
We are only human, and subject to many limitations. We put our socks on one at a time. We cannot see straight from New Jersey to Neptune with our naked little eyes. And, in the presence of a cat named Jed, we will inevitably sing one song.
There are people who scare you: dictators, axe murderers, Ronald McDonald. There are people who evoke your sympathy: starving people, lonely people, people enslaved by warlords or warlocks. Then there are the people who fall into both categories simultaneously.
As promised, today you feast on a tale of l’amour vrai. Nothing I could say could conceivably enhance the miracle you’re about to enjoy, and so I hand things over to a gentleman we’ll simply call Monsieur Le Plus Awesome:
This is a public service announcement: you now have one month to finalize your plans for Bastille Day 2014. Time’s wasting, kittens. Fortunately, a certain Tabby’s Place alumna — make that ancienne étudiante — has some inspiration for you.
If you like to sing-a, say, about: 1. The moon-a 2. The June-a and/or 3. The spring-a, you are in luck. May has gone, The June-a has come, and it brings you cat tidings.
We all take shortcuts. Maybe your famous pizza is 100% homemade except for the parts made by Ellio’s.* Maybe you made it all the way through a U.S. History major by remembering the lyrics to We Didn’t Start the Fire. Or maybe you solve all your problems by building a blanket fort.