Sometimes 28 days can feel like the longest month of the year. This was no ordinary February.
Ash Wednesday has arrived. Numberless believers will accept a smudge of ashes today, a reminder that we’re dust, we’re fragile, we’re broken, and we desperately need Easter’s Resurrection. Laden with tradition, this is a mysterious, meaningful day for millions the world over. As masters of meaning, the Tabby’s Place cats have, of course, co-opted the […]
Today marks the eve of Lent, that serious season when folks make a spiritual practice of fasting from such things as injustice and selfishness and chocolate and Facebook. But before all that introspective stuff, folks get fat, Tuesday-style. So, of course, do cats.
We can’t solve all the mysteries of the world on this blog. At least not today. Is Sasquatch real? How about the Yowie Man? Why aren’t we awesome enough to call Sasquatch “the Yowie Man” like our Aussie friends do? I’m afraid I don’t know. But today, we’ll beat the Weekly World News to one […]
In this monochrome winter, all things colorful are dear to our hearts. If ever there were a color worth cheering for, it would be orange.
Maybe this month’s round-up is delayed because the Tonight Show just moved back to New York. Maybe this month’s round-up is delayed because New Jersey has gotten so much snow that road crews are actually pouring actual pickle juice on the roads in a fiesta of frozen brine.* Maybe this month’s round-up is delayed because […]
It is unwise to walk directly into the path of an oncoming tornado. It is equally risky business to attempt to describe Storm straight-on. Better to go by way of metaphor.
I’m of the belief that, if someone has a hat with 19,000 Twitter followers, we’d be wise to listen to that someone. Accordingly, thus saith Pharrell: “Happiness is the truth.” OK, the same Pharrell also said, “I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space.” But let’s stick with that happiness thing.
The following comes with gracious permission from Gigi‘s adopter, Dave. I could not possibly add to the power of his words, so I gratefully reprint them here in full.
Sometimes people thank us for doing great things at Tabby’s Place. “You do things that are great,” they say. “You do them greatly.” Our hungry egos slaver over this. But the truth is, we could not do a single thing, greatly or pitifully, if not for the cats.