There’s ample room for many voices at Tabby’s Place. Loud ones. Proud ones. Tenors. Talkers. And even the ones whose songs surprise us.
If Tabby’s Place is a sovereign nation, the cat suites are more like independent republics than states. There is no Congress at Tabby’s Place. We are bereft of representative feline government. Suite B cats stay within the bounds of Suite B, and Suite A cats patrol the borders of Suite A, and never the twain […]
Cats, being thoroughly magical on their own merits, have no need of accessories like fairy dust or pixies or wands or wings. But if they had time for such things, Tinkerbell would be singing and swinging and making merry to the tuneful stylings of Jiminy Cricket right about now. When you wish upon a star, […]
Ever have a morning when the clock radio wakes you up to MacArthur Park,* the toast is burnt, and you haven’t done laundry in so long you have to wear the emergency backup underwear? Cats don’t. Patrick most assuredly doesn’t.
Elijah in the Bible had some grade-A adventures. His prayers turned God’s ear and made it rain. (Biblical scholars dispute whether he was the first man ever to use the phrase, “I’m gonna make it raaaaaaaaain!”) He was known as a hairy man who wore a leather belt about his loins. (Consider him the predecessor […]
You may have heard it said, “believe half the things you see, and none of the things you hear.” But I say unto you: go ahead and believe all the things you hear in Suite A.
“Everything in moderation…including moderation.” “Sometimes too much of a good thing is wonderful.” These are philosophies worth espousing.
The wait is over; the rutabaga has been rutabaga’d. And, yes, my little root vegetables: yesterday’s mystery miracle was D’Artagnan. As it was told to his sponsors, so I now present to you his joyful swan song in two parts.
They say that those who refuse to learn from history are destined to repeat it in summer school. Tabby’s Place icon Tashi says that those who refuse to learn from history are destined to continue using the term “unadoptable.” Those who do learn from history, however, are about to have a feast of delight.
There’s a lot of leaping involved in what we do at Tabby’s Place. I don’t mean over dribbles of diarrhea. I don’t mean around sleeping cats. At least, I don’t mean exclusively those things. I mean leaps of the faithful kind.