Guest post: Curveballs
Sometimes you find yourself heading west on I-76 in Philadelphia, looking forward to a family gathering, which gets canceled when you’re almost there. Curveball.
Sometimes you find yourself heading west on I-76 in Philadelphia, looking forward to a family gathering, which gets canceled when you’re almost there. Curveball.
Oh, kittens. Have we got grace and giddy glee for you today. If ever you struggle to believe that goodness wins, and this world is alive with mercy, and love hums at the center of all things…prepare to have your faith restored. The following comes courtesy of two of the awesomest adopters who hath ever […]
On this blog, we regularly discuss ways in which we aspire to be more like the cats. They are our swamis, our sherpas, our saints and our scholars. Except when they most decidedly are not.
If you always expect the worst, you will be pleasantly surprised. If you always expect the best, you will be pleasant, period. And if you always expect that tomorrow just might be your birthday, you will approach the pleasure known only to cats.
Wherever we turn, there are doorways that we can see through as we pass through, much like the magnificent blue door staff and volunteers use to enter Tabby’s Place. Then there are portals. Whether they are wormholes that link the farthest reaches of the universe to each other or tunnels that link New York to […]
How do you catch a comet with a fairy-tale white tail? How do you shoehorn poetry into prose? How do you do justice to a giant of glamour and grace? You don’t. You simply behold, breathtaken and besotted. And in the case of Faye, you hold your beloved even when she’s slipped your arms.
A name like “Infinity” is quite a figure-eight of expectations. But maybe when your name is Infinity, it’s easier to remember your limits are limited, and skate accordingly.
Show me your stars. Show me your stripes. Show me your scars from that most American of solemnities, Amazon Prime Day. (If you somehow escaped without an unexpected Echo, you are a stronger specimen than I.) Show me your love for the cats, loud and large and juicy as a peach. Actually, you already did. […]
My friend Glenn moved into the Development Office this week. My friend Glenn is moving all the furniture in my heart.
Many of us humans enjoy pampering ourselves with hot stone massages and hot tub soaks. We relish mani-pedis, that magnificent manicure-pedicure combination that makes us feel a little more relaxed, a little bit prettier, a little more special, and very much a whole lot of spoiled. Cats disagree: all of them, all of the time.