You are hereby invited to make history. This could be the greatest Valentine’s weekend in the history of love. But that’s entirely in your hands.
I know you’re busy. There are bills to pay, towels to fold, and rehearsal for your all-bassoon band The Awful Falafels. But if you must skip one thing on your agenda, please don’t let it be Skip-It.
Author and poet Robert Graves missed out. He never wrote about Claudius the Cat of Tabby’s Place.
A headline catches your eye and quickens your heart. You want to read the whole story. You click. Your heart sinks. You can’t even peek at a paragraph, because you’re not a subscriber. You’ve just hit what’s called “a paywall,” and it’s happened to all of us. Well, maybe not all of us.
O! Oram! Mighty orb of mischief, there can only be one. But thanks to you, none of us will ever again feel like “the only one.”
Knowledge is power, except when it ties you up in knots. Fortunately, cats exceed us in both knowledge and power, so there is nothing to worry about.
Maxey did not need a tail like a Disney squirrel. Maxey did not want a fearsome retrovirus. But somewhere between wants and needs, there is a soft place to land.
What happens when an orca-colored cat is found by the side of the road? In Gulliver’s case, he comes to Tabby’s Place and takes charge.
Penny, love, do you know how you shine? I can’t even say your name without that suffix, “love,” and that should tell you everything.
When does love make its landing? Do the wheels touch down only after some required minimum time in the air? Or does love define its own gravity? Fourteen cats depended on the answer.