Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Oliver! Restaged
Oliver! is an orange and white swirl of cream and sherbet. He needs…nay, demands…to be celebrated with a musical all of his own. Yes, his name should be punctuated with an exclamation point.
Oliver! is an orange and white swirl of cream and sherbet. He needs…nay, demands…to be celebrated with a musical all of his own. Yes, his name should be punctuated with an exclamation point.
I want to believe that everyone I love will remain young. Of course my mother is still thirty-five. She is every bit as thirty-five as she was when she packed my peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. Of course Angelo is still a youth. He is not a seventeen year old cat so much as a seventeen year old […]
If you want to watch the badminton quarterfinals, you will have to set your alarm for 3am. If you are passionate about pentathlon, you understand your event will not make prime time. But if you are a Tabby’s Place cat, you are too good of a sport to care if you are a popular sport.
Oh July, July, you jellied jamboree! How do you cram so many kittens into thirty-one days, like fireflies in a jar? Where did you buy all this sunshine? (It was not discounted on Amazon Prime Day.) Oh July, July, you paid full price, yet we are the ones rich in sweetness.
Some cats are dainty, with delicate paws and pert ears. Other cats are solid, with meaty toe beans and firm centers. Many Tabby’s Place cats are made of weightier matter.
Someone recently described one of my best friends as “arrogant.” I can’t tell you if the accused was human or feline, and I can’t tell if it was an insult. But Charles can turn everything to a compliment, so he assisted me as OI (Orange Intelligence) on this post.
By the time you have 108 candles on your cake, I hope you forgive everyone. But, if your name is Theodosia, I just hope I can duck in time to dodge the cake as you throw it at your nearest nemesis.
Reality TV is overrated. Too many people, not enough cats. That’s where Tabby’s Place comes in.