In case you don’t know off the top of your head, scatalogy is “the study of fecal excrement.” Yes, I do mean poop, ca-ca, or whatever else you call it around your kids. Admittedly, a fascination with this stuff is usually the provenance of three year old boys. But, here at Tabby’s Place we spend […]
It was the best of songs, it was the worst of songs. There may be many miles between the West Coast and the Left Bank, but boundaries ain’t nothin’ but an FIV thang to two cats known as The Rapper and The Frenchman. Or, as they’re known to their more intimate friends, Dre and Jean […]
Some weeks, the cats make us feel like so many Wile E. Coyotes. I don’t mean that we run off the edge of a cliff with our legs still running — although it can feel like that when the floor is freshly mopped and there are kittens underfoot. I mean that we can’t keep up […]
Maybe you’ve done things you aren’t proud of. Maybe you habitually use more paper towels than required for the task at hand. Maybe you spent all four years of high school pushing the sousaphone players around. Maybe you write nasty anonymous letters to Donald Trump. It’s okay. You are hereby liberated from the tyranny of […]
How much can change in a group of friends before the bonds start to break down? How much can each member of a group grow before they begin to grow apart? These are the questions that tax sitcoms, soap operas, and residents of Suite A.
What can you say about cats named for characters from 2012 Oscar-nominated films? I know, I know, that’s a question you hear all the time. But bear with me.
Be it known, good people/cats/beings of the interwebs: it happened. Hold onto your hats and wives and children. Rumors of Dot‘s adoption have not been exaggerated.
When words are few and hearts raw, God provides. This week, provision came in the form of letters from little people.
Anyone who reads this blog knows that Webster is my sun and stars. Today the light has gone dark.
A fata morgana is a form of superior mirage, resembling a sparkly strip of light above the horizon. Old-timey folks thought maybe it was a fairy castle, or a Flying Dutchman.* A cata Morgana is a form of superior feline, resembling a muscle-bound Mario with two “dead” hind legs. Veterinary folks thought maybe he was […]