Lyrical gangsta and all-around awesome human Albert Schweitzer supposedly said the following: “There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”
Holidays are terrific, terrible reminders of all the feelings you have ever felt. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you are a cyborg. And you know and I know that you’re as real as life and breath and egg nog.
It’s true, kittens. We almost forgot to remember November.
Can I ask you something? (As Jonathan would remark at this point, “Um, ya just did.”) Seriously, though. Are you feeling a little emotional right now?
Time expands and contracts in the presence of someone you love deeply. Expands: How has Adelaide only been with us a year and a half, when clearly it was all our lives? Contracts: How could we only have days left?
October and all of its surprises are in the books. Cubs in the Series. Cats in girdles. Swiss-cheesey holes in undisclosed locations.
In one of the greatest books of all time, one of the greatest characters of all time said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” That makes two of us, Anne Shirley. After all, Octobers include cats.
2015 has given us many gifts. Princess Bubblegum. Caffeinated peanut butter. Music for cats.
This was one of those headlines that made me say, I’m really glad there are people devoting their lives to studying this stuff. No, really. No, I’m not being facetious. Really. Go ahead and run your sarcasmometer all over me. I’m clean.
This may sound scandalous, but it’s a fact: At Tabby’s Place, we regularly see cats do Bad Things.