It’s freeing to come clean about our smudges and strangeness. For instance: I wear more ruffles than is age-appropriate. I’m looking for a man who is equal parts Pope Francis and Jimmy Fallon. I habitually use more paper towels than required for the task at hand. I find some of the spam we get on […]
There are certain things we speak before saying things better left unspoken. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your cooking tastes like excrement.” “No offense, but I find you loathsome.” Or try this one on for size: “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but Tabby’s Place only has really sick cats.”
We did it, kittens. We marched forth. We outlasted the year that seemed like always winter and never Christmas. And now, Aslan is on the move. Now, wild dingoes couldn’t keep us from blooming.
As if it weren’t enough to adopt an elderly, “imperfect” cat; as if it weren’t enough to champion the praises of elderly, “imperfect” cats to all who would listen; as if it weren’t enough to become one of our most fabulous volunteers; Carrie M. has penned the following for our delight. Enjoy.
We debate the following to no end at Tabby’s Place: Is it easier to say goodbye when we’ve had a long time to prepare? Or does the suddenness of loss spare us a searing season of grief?
The Pink Moon is coming. The crocuses are about to break winter’s chains. And I have exciting news for you, in quadruplicate.
There are things you can’t make up. Things you shouldn’t make up. Things you couldn’t make up. A black-and-white cat named Sylvester eating yellow birds is one of them.
Calling all Celts, non-Celts and kittens. A certain fair lass is in need of all the prayers on both sides of the Irish Sea.
Psi is the 23rd letter of the Greek alphabet. Psi is a symbol for psychology, psychiatry, paranormal psychology, and Raphael of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And most of all, Psi is a cat of impossible coolness.
You may think you’ve heard this story before. You may rub your eyes to be sure you haven’t seen this face before.