Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Trent Insists
Trent insists that you get to know all (or more) about Tabby’s Place, and, of course, about him too…and maybe some of the other cats in residence.
Trent insists that you get to know all (or more) about Tabby’s Place, and, of course, about him too…and maybe some of the other cats in residence.
In ancient Greece, Cassandra had the gift of prophecy, but the curse that no one would believe her. In modern-day New Jersey, Cassandra has the gift of grief, and the promise that everyone will believe her.
Nobody makes it out of kittenhood without disappointment. By the time your tail gets long enough to curl, you learn: life is not all pinwheels and squeeze-cheese. There are days in spring as cold as deep December. And there will always be some people who think you are “just a cat.” But then, there are […]
None of the cats at Tabby’s Place has won an Academy Award for best song, nor anything else for that matter. It’s not for want of trying.
Alright, babies. We will let you set some ground rules. We will not call you “cuter than chipmunks in bonnets” in front of your cool friends. We will not make you attend any teddy bears’ picnic. And, although your names are Jam* and Jelly, we will preserve your right to remain wild.
With 130 geniuses on the premises, Tabby’s Place abounds in experts. Astute in meteorology, Anka can detect the sound of a storm’s last raindrop and immediately alert the authorities that he can now be taken outside in his stroller. Unparalleled in epicure, Sootie is our first line of defense against canned food deficient in gravy. […]
There is more than one way to tell the truth. Consider how you talk about your personal physique. You could tell people, “I resemble a potato with limbs.” Or, you might say, “I’m a tater.” One story makes you embarrassed. The other (accurately) admits you’re adorable. Chip is here to help you choose wisely.
You can find bushels of of advice on growing wise. But there is really only one way to be Sage.