…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.
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.”
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 […]
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?
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 […]
With alarming regularity, cats from New York seem to come to Tabby’s Place with ringworm. It’s been so predictable over the years that we have a conspiracy theory about New Yorkers: they all have ringworm 100% of the time. (We’re onto your secret, Ernie Anastos and Jon Stewart and Sue Simmons and all you TV […]
Manhattan has fashion. Ringoes, NJ has Wal-Mart jeans. Manhattan has the Met and MoMa and the Guggenheim. Ringoes has a deli that kind of looks like a saloon. But Manhattan and Ringoes both have exceptional cats of excellence.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of something no eyes should see. And mine ears have heard the yowls of a Community Room divided. Gunther is here, and he’s declared war.
If yesterday was gras, today is grey. Faithful folk worldwide are walking around with smudges of ash on their foreheads, representing repentance to God and the start of Lent. Faithful cats, on the other hand, have been wearing ash grey in and out of (liturgical) season. Never mind that felines don’t do repentance.