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Ours is the instant age. Instant pots. Instagrams. Instant gratification of every greedy, grasping gradation. But cats prickle at our pace.
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Ours is the instant age. Instant pots. Instagrams. Instant gratification of every greedy, grasping gradation. But cats prickle at our pace.
Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon? If so, heaven help you, and here’s a Band-Aid.
“We can’t lose Donna.” These are the sorts of ridiculous, unrealistic, inappropriate and painful things we say to our vet team at Tabby’s Place.
There’s no beating around this bristly, brutal bush. August 2018 dealt some awfulness in extremis at Tabby’s Place.
When your season arrives, you know. But until then, oh my stars, reality can be one ill-fitting suit.
There are goodbyes so long in coming, we come to expect that they will never come. When they come, they crash through us, a tsunami of tears that tear us to ribbons.
Confusion is not known as a great beautifier. Case in point: the evolution of Hemingway.
Mid-August did not taste good at Tabby’s Place. Loss upon loss upon pummeling loss left a sour note of unfinished business.
We all know of the enigmatic affinity cats have for keyboards. More than a few times, I have opened the door to my Tabby’s Place office and found that some kind of mayhem has been committed with my keyboard. I have arrived to everything from an inverted display (the monitor image has been turned upside-down; […]