Blessed are the meek. In fact, they shall inherit the earth. Gentleness is victory. Tenderness is triumph. We’ve said it here before, but it bears repeating, as we goofus humans can forget. Cats, though — cats don’t forget. Especially not cats like Zach.
We are In It. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year(TM). The Holiday Season. The ThankChanChriKwaNewYear pentathlon of extravagance and emotion and love and angst. The cats have not noticed.
We don’t know where this is going. As a result, we have A Nervous. Hold the Breakdown, but hold it where we can see it, because it may become necessary.
Not every Thanksgiving turkey is made of bird. Not every Thanksgiving meal ends with pumpkin pie. And not every thankful cat includes “adoption” on her gratitude list.
This is a marvelously mad mashed week. This is a thoroughly turkified, Tofurkified week. Accordingly, we shall pelt you not with prose, but with Gratuitous Cat Photos(TM).
We live in an age of indignation. Much of it is necessary. But much of it is just noxious.
It’s a new day at Tabby’s Place. The sun is shining. The leaves are gold-glimmering. The Lobby is luminous with shenanigans.
Today, you shall get a greater glimpse of Tara’s true love for Simba. Although she’s far too gracious to say so directly, be it known that this loving update was written after Simba savaged Tara’s own personal arm. And “savaged” is a gentle understatement. But love survives teeth, and real love has teeth of its […]
It happens. You smack yourself upside the head every time, but still it happens. And happens. And waits a few years, then happens again.