Vitamin C
In winter’s waning grey days, it is important to eat your colors. This is true even if you take your Flintstones vitamins. This is true even if all you want to eat is cherry licorice.* Fortunately, Carrot is here for you.
Body of work
When you’re human, it’s easy to drowse into climate-controlled forgetfulness. But when you live with cats, it’s impossible to forget that you are more than your mind.
Rave on
Much like the New York Times, Felis Catus is committed to journalistic integrity. Unlike the New York Times, Felis Catus has the advantage of feline editors.
No mordinary
Some wag wrote that “everyone is normal ’til you get to know them.” But I say unto you, no one is ordinary once you get to love them.
Epilogues: January 2015
Now is not the winter of our discontent. Now is not yet the triumphal procession towards spring. Now is the holy roll of ordinary time at Tabby’s Place.
To know, know, know them…and you
I confess befuddlement before the cult of celebrity. I have never been one to dream of catching a wispy glimpse of someone known to many someones. This is as true of famous humans* as it is of famous cats.
Bonnaroo(n)
If you’re going to visit Suite C at Tabby’s Place, it’s probably best to bring your own tent. It’s loud and messy and magical in there, and the last thing you want is to have to leave early.
To love at all
At Tabby’s Place today, we were discussing matters of an actuarial nature. This is as exciting as it sounds. Actuarial questions include, “How long can a cat with Disease Z be estimated to survive?” and “What are the projected expenses for the duration of Average Cat X’s life?” Actuarial angst ultimately boils down to, “How […]
We shoulda known
There are things we probably should have realized sooner than we did. I should have realized, when my high school boyfriend chose Tubthumping by Chumbawamba as “our song,” that this relationship would ultimately fall down and not get up again. You should have realized, when your blind date introduced himself as Joey “Spicy Meat-a-Ball” Spinelli, […]
Garden stewards
Cats are unconcerned with metrics. Development directors and other dorklike individuals go googly over stats like “length of stay” and “kitten-to-adult adoption ratio.” Cats and other awesomelike individuals are not so concerned.