The Idris and the glory
Deep calls to deep. Greatness attracts greatness. Matlock is a magnet for Idris.
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Deep calls to deep. Greatness attracts greatness. Matlock is a magnet for Idris.
Let me start by “ripping off the bandage:” we lost dear Jonathan last week. His kidney values had taken a severe turn for the worse. We started aggressive fluid therapy, which can reverse rapidly failing renal function. It can work wonders. But, there is no way to know how effective it will be without trying. […]
Editor’s note: Kittens, it’s my joy to introduce you to a new voice on this blog. Sue the Splendorous is not new to us at Tabby’s Place. She’s been a beloved volunteer for years. But now, Felis Catus is richer for her words and her heart. We’re all (feline and human) in for a treat… — A.H.
It’s Fat Tuesday, kittens. The climax of Carnival. The ledge of Lent. The day of muchness, merry munching and madness-making before the ashes and the awe and the evaluation of the state of our souls. If that’s your thing. Around here, you know what that means. Thus commences your annual glut of globularity, your smorgasbord […]
Time marches on. OK, you can pelt me with a cream pie made of sardine paste for that one.
Cause and effect are rarely direct. OK, that’s false. If you eat one pound of Flamin’ Funyuns, you will experience a direct effect. But in matters of the heart and spirit, things can get…fuzzed.
Tinseltown can keep its hostless hullabaloo and self-congratulatory shindigs. We don’t need no stinkin’ Oscars. We have Oscar.