I very nearly titled this post, “Cat knows not her time.” On second thought, however, perhaps she does.
It’s often said that, if cats could talk, they wouldn’t. After all, they are speaking all the time. It’s up to us to read their glyphs — or, in the case of Lil, their cloud-veiled eyes.
Sometimes we are given impossible instructions. “Do not heckle the sub tomorrow,” says your 7th-grade teacher. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” says the clod about to tell you your hair looks like Brillo. “Respond to this in dignified fashion,” say the 100,000 people who signed the official government petition to deport Justin Bieber. And, […]
I do not know if the Garden State has an official gem.** I do know, however, that it has a hidden treasure, the jewel of New Jersey: the rare striped Ruby.
Before we forge ahead, let’s address the elephant in the room. Following Tashi‘s death, it feels sacrilegious to just pick up and go on with the business of joy.
Despite the title of this post (more on that later), I have not been this heartbroken for some time. One of my best friends, Tashi, has left this world. Tashi was one of the most memorable beings it has been my honor to know. He brought more joy, laughter and amazement to Tabby’s Place, and […]
I don’t know if this is legal, but you can force things to bloom. This is true of all sorts of things: forsythia. Hydrangeas. Frozen humanity.
People with lots of letters after their names say that January is very, very hard. They say that more of us are sad and snarky and downright dangerous to ourselves and others in this month. They say a lot of things.
So now we know what a polar vortex feels like.* However, we’ve known for seven lucky years what another sort of vortex feels like.