To see is to cherish
“Cherish the kittens.” It seems obvious. Obvious enough to be absurd. Obvious enough to be obscene. But then again, you and I are covered in eyes.
“Cherish the kittens.” It seems obvious. Obvious enough to be absurd. Obvious enough to be obscene. But then again, you and I are covered in eyes.
Some of the cats at Tabby’s Place behave exactly as we’d expect for their ages. Others? Not so much.
A heart can break and break and break, but still live off a hidden wholeness. For this to happen, you must install a peacemaker.
At Tabby’s Place, if one is a ceramic cat of beauty and poise, it is difficult to retain one’s head in situ when in situ means in the lobby.
Have you ever watched a cat turn into an acrobat in his sleep? Unaware of his own powers, he arcs like elbow macaroni. He spreads his arms as though he’s trying to hug the horizon. He joins synchronized swimmers from some celestial deep end. His whiskers laugh at their own jokes. His eyelids tell you […]
Oh, March, you month of missed opportunities. You talk about lions, lambs, and leprechauns, but you overlook the one creature on earth who is simultaneously all three. You make much of March Madness, but dribble right past its experts. Kittens, March! Cherish the Kittens!
When nobody knows your name, you cock your ear at every small sound. Could that be the call? Might those be the syllables that circle you at last? When nobody knows your name, you’re still somebody.
We at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary are in service to those who have been worshiped as gods. They know it. We know it. They are cats, after all, and their expectations were established millennia ago.
We will not be covering the US Presidential Election on this blog. This is a selfish decision on my part, I know. But my hobbies include “avoiding panic attacks” and “not getting fired,” so here we are. Also, the cats’ preferred candidate already dropped out, by whom of course I mean Hulk Hogan. We will, […]