Was it a good day? The cayenne stray died. The wary child chose silence. The meaty beast bared some, not all. Was it a good day?
There was a time when kinfolk cloistered in Brooklyn brownstones or Omaha homesteads, Italian and Swedish singing across the clotheslines and generations. There was a time when Suite C was Suite C, and cats of a certain fatness stuffed the years like rollatini, together for (a) forever or (b) until someone slimmed their way elsewhere. […]
There is a place called Tabby’s Where mice should fear to tread Where people come together To make sure the cats are fed In this sanctuary The felines find esteem And are tended as if royalty Surpassing every dream Every care is given To ensure the cats are well So happy in their haven […]
Are you sure you want to join us out here? The twig is thin. The risks are real. The view is magnificent. You are exceedingly welcome here. But Blaze and I want to be sure you know what you’re getting into.
You will have everything you need to thrive, medically and metaphysically. You will never go a day without meat products of some nature. You will not end up alone.
What do you do with a cat that you know is destined to die? It’s part of life – for all of us, feline, human, everything in between, including my failed attempt at growing a pot of purple and white pansies indoors. But for some, the Final Moment is a bit more obvious than it […]
Are you listening? I mean, are you really listening? Do you hear that? Concentrate. That is the sound of a cat sanctuary all the way over in Ringoes, New Jersey.
It is June, the season for the footloose. You look down and see flip-flops or gladiator sandals. You may even be wise as a cat, which is to say barefoot. Or you may still have your snowshoes on.
He arrived geriatric and intergalactic. He was the patriarch of impossible panache. Mortimer would make no time for mourning, but mere mortals must weep.
We tend to think that cats are simple. Cats note this on their yellow legal pads, nod at one another, and confirm: humans are precious simpletons. Rusty finds us particularly adorable.