Despite the title of this post (more on that later), I have not been this heartbroken for some time. One of my best friends, Tashi, has left this world. Tashi was one of the most memorable beings it has been my honor to know. He brought more joy, laughter and amazement to Tabby’s Place, and […]
I don’t know if this is legal, but you can force things to bloom. This is true of all sorts of things: forsythia. Hydrangeas. Frozen humanity.
People with lots of letters after their names say that January is very, very hard. They say that more of us are sad and snarky and downright dangerous to ourselves and others in this month. They say a lot of things.
So now we know what a polar vortex feels like.* However, we’ve known for seven lucky years what another sort of vortex feels like.
The cats would like you to know they sincerely believe in you, and they believe 2014 is going to be Your Year. You’re finally going to finish The Brothers Karamazov. You’re going to beat level 103 of Candy Crush. You’re going to find out what the fox says. But first, there’s the small matter of […]
His name is Doc(tor) Watson. He’s interested in things. He’s not a real doctor, but he is a real Watson.*
There are Christmas miracles: “yes! Home Depot had one last Chia Uncle Si in the back!” Then there are Christmas miracles: “Twilight is home.”
They say that, on Christmas Eve at midnight, the animals talk. They also say that putting crunchy peanut butter in someone else’s sandwich is not a war crime. They say that the Elf on the Shelf is not absolutely terrifying. They say a lot of things.