Orange crush
It may be the third-most-asked question at Tabby’s Place. Hot on the heels of “Don’t they ever fight?” and “Where do you come up with all the names?”, people regularly ask: “Aren’t orange cats always male?”
Places in the heart(-shaped nose)
This week witnessed the cancellation of a certain Kate’s show. Fortunately, it also witnessed the success of a different Kate’s showing-off.
Artsy Evolution
I am not the most tech-dependent person around. Music geekiness, I get, but wired stuff? Not so much.
Moms on the run
If I were a sappier sort, I might say that mama cats are like snowflakes: no two are exactly alike. But I’ve been around cats long enough to know that metaphor doesn’t quite work. Mama cats are more like…Koosh balls.
Swagger
What would you say if I told you we have the feline equivalent of Tom Jones here at Tabby’s Place? Actually, we have more than one of them. Seriously. It’s not unusual.
They who must be obeyed
There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place. That’s true in at least two senses.
That’s “C” as in…
Old Tabby’s Place lore is shrouded in mystery, myth and cat hair. Why did the cats’ identification numbers start at 10, not 0? Just how many cats named Oreo have been here over the years? And how did the suites get their names?
Project Popoki
There’s a new diva in town, and that’s diva with a capital D-I-V-A. Make that D-I-V-A in 80-foot-tall neon letters, encrusted in sparkles.
The lion tamed: Patch
Some feats of awesomeness happen quickly. Think of dropping Mentos into a can of Diet Coke. Others take some time: making vegan Coq au Vin. (It can be done.) Training for the decathlon. Making your home in someone’s heart. Becoming tame.
Forever Loved – Dusty
This is one of the hardest posts I’ve ever had to write, because it means Dusty is no longer with us, and I lost one of my best friends.