With all apologies to Jordin Sparks, this post has nothing to do with the new diva movie. It has everything, however, to do with a one-eyed diva cat.
Tabby’s Place has a lot in common with New York City. I don’t mean the fashion, the graffiti or even the undying affection of Woody Allen. I mean the neighborhoods.
He’s jammin. Yeh. He wants to jam it wid’ you. He’s jammin. And he hopes you like jammin too.
FYI for you VIPs: alphabet soup can be a V.V. good thing. I don’t mean the CIA, the FBI, NASA or even a can of condensed Campbell’s. Today we delight in the letters of a certain cat quartet.
It’s a shame that people-names can’t be as wild and woolly as the feline kind. Just once I’d love to meet a human bean named Squidward. Give me a friendly neighborhood pharmacist named Hocus, or a mail carrier called Hootz. At least throw me a Eugene Buddle-Lubbers or Upton Lipton.
After you’ve loved >1 cats, you learn to stop using expressions like The Nicest Cat In The World. You might think the first cat you love is undoubtedly the nicest. And you are undoubtedly right. But then your heart meets its second cat.
Where have all the true superheroes gone? These days it seems each film director has to make his hero a little bit “edgy” and and “dark.” Where, I beg thee, are the real good guys? I’ll tell you where: right in the heart of Ringoes, NJ at Tabby’s Place.
“Through the eyes of love” is more than a song from Ice Castles. (Note: if you, too, have a special place in your heart for Ice Castles, I love you and we should be best friends.) “Through the eyes of love” is something Ike and Natalie and company witnessed this week.
Some names are awesome (exhibit A: D’Artagnan). Some names are so overdone they must be retired (exhibit B: Oreo and Oreo and Oreo). But some cat names are a little bit perplexing. Exhibit C: Rikki.
August 2012 is a very special month on our planet. We’ve got the Olympics. We’ve got an actual blue moon. (Really.) And, right in Ringoes, NJ,* we’ve got the phenomenon that is Midnight.