The comeback
With apologies to Major Tom and regrets to Ziggy Stardust, I must announce: David Bowie is not the most significant comeback rocker of 2013. That would be Tabby’s Place’s own Natalie.
With apologies to Major Tom and regrets to Ziggy Stardust, I must announce: David Bowie is not the most significant comeback rocker of 2013. That would be Tabby’s Place’s own Natalie.
Much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for the epic title above. You’ll know he’s an AwesomeAdopter as soon as I tell you: Juniper‘s own Pa was calling her JUNIPER THE MAGNIFICENT within approximately 8 seconds of adopting her.
Kittens seem to embrace the “live fast, die young” philosophy of the adolescent and the invincible. But that’s never, ever, ever meant to be literal. It is with shock and sorrow that I must report our Florence has left us.
There are cats named for flowers. There are cats named for motorcycles. And then there are cats named for obscure local weathermen whose names sound like Star Trek characters. Or medicated nasal sprays. Or medicated nasal sprays used by Star Trek characters.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise: cats are natural-born revolutionaries. With apologies to Che Guevara, all those anti-establishment college students have the wrong face on their T-shirts. If you really want to show the world that you’re against oppression and superficiality, in favor of free-trade everything, and you want to give all the peasants chocolate […]
It’s every twelve-year-old girl’s dream that The Boy will liken her to his favorite celebrity. I lived the dream…but it took a short-whiskered cat, twenty years later, to make me see just how downright dweamy it all was.
It’s been an outstanding winter for Abrahamic individuals. Abrahams are hunting vampires. They’re courting Academy Awards. And, now, they’re cuddling Choppers.
Welcome to a new year. We did it. We survived goodbyes, “good” and otherwise. We survived the election and the superstorm. We survived Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez’s breakup. We survived the Mayan apocalypse. We survived the demise of Twinkies.
This will be your last salvo from Felis Catus pre-Christmas.* But before this blog twinkles out for the cool Yule, a reverie for you.
Today I bring you good news of great joy for all the people. Hark the herald calico sings.