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It is a great scandal, but not everyone is equally obsessed with every cat. Fortunately, every cat is flourescently obsessed with catself. And that is sufficient.
It is a great scandal, but not everyone is equally obsessed with every cat. Fortunately, every cat is flourescently obsessed with catself. And that is sufficient.
She mattered. The world never knew her. No golden frames contained her face. Her story was as silent as snow. She mattered.
She was named for a peanut treat, but she was no buttercup. She was sleek as onyx, but she was far more than semi-precious. She was a single piece of the mosaic, but she brought peace far and wide. She was Reese. She was ours. And we were hers.
On behalf of every cat who hath ever trod the earth, I beseech you: slow down. On behalf of Elijah, the cat who hath most gelatinously trod the earth, I beseech you in all caps: SLOW. DOWN. Slow down, with verve, panache, and pizzazz.
Never let anyone tell you that cats are immune to New Year’s resolutions. The moment applications opened to drive the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile, the Tabby’s Place cats instantly, collectively developed goals. Resolved to support them, I have just signed 100 reference letters.
When situations go sideways, as situations sometimes do, we tend to assign a certain speed to the process. You’ve heard the phrase a thousand times: “the situation is deteriorating rapidly.” But is it? Why so speedy, situation? Maybe everything is moving as deliberately as one Allie Rosenberg.
There is no question that life is complicated and challenging. There is no question that life is a roller coaster, and a very big, very curvy one with lots of loops and dives and climbs. There is no question that sometimes it feels as though one’s very heart has been left at the top of […]
There are so many ways to be a good cat. I have yet to discover a single way to fail at this lofty goal. This is good news for all of us.
When the orchestra gathers, trumpets tell tall tales. Astringent oboes wake the sleepers. Fairy flutes carry the story. But it’s the humble, deep-chested cello that makes the world lean in.
Prescott, Prescott, what have you seen? Precious Prescott, can we make your ghost stories come untrue?