Mud-slingers
Now this is just ridiculous. People seeking the highest office in the land may call each other losers and liars, but even they have the good sense not to excrete upon their opponents. Cats have no such decorum.
Losing power
Sometime after Snowtober, we got funny about power at Tabby’s Place. Not the kind that corrupts. Not the power of the people. Not even the power to change. Just that simple, sacred power that keeps our light bulbs lit and our Pop Tarts toasty.
On the business of catching them all
This post isn’t actually about Pokemon. Although it could be, and maybe it should be, if for no other reason than to rhapsodize on the Pokeworld’s cat-perfect names. (Jigglypuff, anyone?) But no. This post is about Sally.
Absolute power
Some humans convened this week. Other humans will convene next week. On a scale from “the 1%” to “yuuuuuuge”, the cats’ level of caring is smaller than the margin of error.
Lifted by Linda
Before the Perseid meteor showers… Before the release of Pete’s Dragon… Before the beginning of the end of the political season… …the 2016 Linda Fund Matching Challenge at Tabby’s Place will come to an end.
No justice, no…problem
Ask not for whom the Community Room door opens; it opens for thee. Unless thou art Jackie. Or Hildegarde. Or Boots. Or — heaven help us — Olive.
Undocumented mercies
If nobody liked what you did, are you likable? If nobody knows you did it, did it happen?
Words too deep to understand
I had a regular blog post queued up for today, I did. It was stupid and normal and made jokes about Swamp People and vegan cheese and cat flatulence.* But in light of the week our world is having, stupid and normal and flatulent went out the window.
Three years fallow
OK, God and humanity and felinity and the universe. You’ve got me convinced: The best things come unbidden.
Epilogues: June 2016
It’s okay if you don’t understand certain things: Brexit The Seven Kingdoms on Game of Thrones Why your dad slathers butter on pound cake June 2016