In your Easter bonnet…
…with all the frills upon it, you out-cute every bunny, duck and little chicky in every storybook ever written. If, that is, you are Gabriella.
Bialy speaks
…and climbs, and runs up stairs, apparently. He also has his own e-mail address. I am not making any of this up.
Tiffany & Co.
What do the Tabby’s Place felines have to do with Willie Nelson? How could you compare our cats to the Partridge Family?
Game of torties
In a land of ice and fire and overthrown kings, you never know just who will rise to power. With all apologies to those vaguely Icelandic warrior folk over on HBO, the thrones of Tabby’s Place belong squarely to torties.
Forever loved: Smokie
A few weeks ago I received the following in email: We just wanted to share with you the sad news that our cat, Smokie, passed away on Wednesday after battling lymphoma since last spring. We adopted Smokie from Tabby’s Place in Feb 2006, and he was a wonderful member of our family for 6 years.
Jambo…
…means “hello.” (And if you’re now singing, “to Jesus, your best friend,” then you, too, are a veteran of Vacation Bible School.) But really: Jambo does mean “hello” in Swahili. And Jamba means “HELLOOOOOOOO MAMA!” in black-and-white cat. Let me explain.
JenAnn
You have to be careful when choosing nicknames. Chuck Norris is not a “Pinky.” Newt Gingrich is not a “Sparkles.” The guy from the Shticky commercial is not a “Professor.” Sluggo is not a “Twinkle Toes.” And Jennifer Ann is not, was not, and will never be a “Jenny.”
Laceylike
A popular Tumblr presents a series of “Rules of Ladies.” These pithy instructions in ladylikeness include good advice like “Always have faith in yourself,” and “Don’t let a bad day make you feel like you have a bad life,” and “You can be a formidable woman and still wear Alice-in-Wonderland bows in your hair at […]
Lucky in love
She‘s a little bit Enya. He‘s a little bit U2. Put ’em together, and you had a sort of saucy limerick. But what happens when you split them apart?
What’s luck got to do with it?
I’m not so sure about luck. Lucky Charms are excellent. Luck dragons* rock my socks. Four leaf clovers, Irish jigs, the Waterboys and green oatmeal** make for a very happy March 17th. But as for “luck” itself, the idea that things happen according to some blind roll of the cosmic dice…I’m not buying it. This […]