Pouched
Is a pouch too much to ask? Have we not all asked this question?
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Oh, for goodness sake! Screaming into The Void is useless! The Void is unresponsive! No matter our levels of frustration, shouting about “it” (whatever “it” may be) will resolve nothing. When things change, no matter how they change, it is futile to get all melodramatic and weepy or wordy or…whatever. If it is the kind […]
We were not all born to be comforting beverages. Once we get over this, we can get to the business of being pearls.
Our beef may be plant-based.* Our teeth may not yet exist. But make no mistake: the humans and kittens of Tabby’s Place are hunters at heart.
Let me tell ya about a few things. First and foremost, “weekends” aren’t really a thing. What is a thing is taking a break, forcing rest, or just doing something other than whatever you usually do as your primary work. Secondly, which may also be first and foremost, is that “weekends” (or their relative counterparts […]
Under our sky, “standards” sometimes melt. Blizzards barge into springtime. Lions crash through the suburbs in broad daylight. Hope and grief clasp the same candle.
Life may filled with disappointments. Do not be discouraged! Yes, sometimes the milk bottle in the fridge has only two drops left in it. Yes, sometimes the peanut butter jar has only the tiniest smudges left on the sides. Yes, sometimes it feels like our energy sources are as empty as every half-full kibble bowl is […]
O! You wondrous creatures, you radiant Tabby’s Place residents! You are equally at home in winter and spring, dropping long-tailed poetry like petals across the month that makes seasons kiss. You Marched through our days as children of the Tabby’s Place promise, blossoms beloved simply because you are ours. You made us yours. And to […]
What are we doing here? Perhaps that’s an awfully vast question for a little cat blog. Perhaps that’s the only question for a little cat blog. Perhaps that’s the only question, full stop.