It’s not all about you, it’s not all about me, and that’s a good thing. It is, in fact, about Ronnie, but he knows how to handle it.
Normal is mythological. It just doesn’t exist. What exists are lots of things that are scattershot all over the place, and, when averaged out, yield a mean value that we call “normal.” But, normal is just not…normal. Normal is unusual. Normal is strange, especially at Tabby’s Place.
In a world with too much anger, it’s a brave thing to just be scared. Sometimes the best way to let your little light shine is to let it publicly tremble — or flash, as the case may be.
I think the name “Stanley” is funny. “Funny?” (Certainly not like “funny” in Goodfellas, if you are familiar with that scene.)
By now, you are probably aware that our daisukina (dearest) Development Director is a sumo aficionado. I am too, but I can more accurately be described as a screaming, crazed fan than an aficionado.
I am generally of the opinion that it’s best to be the sea. But sometimes, you gotta be the creature.
Editor’s note: Oh, kittens, are you in for a scrumptious surprise today. None less than Rocket‘s eminent adopter, Kelley, has joined the Tabby’s Place family of volunteers. Today, she’s set her sights and her soaring literary gifts on one Bosco Rosenberg. From this day forward, I aspire to live in Bosco time. I think you […]
It has come to my attention that certain individuals believe in the existence of excessive levity. None of these individuals happen to be cats.
Explosive events in the 20th century gave us the pop-culture notion of the nuclear option. That is to say that sometimes our old ways, our old ideas, our old just about everything needs to be blown to bits to make way for something new and, hopefully, better.