If you’re a cinnamon roll, the center is the most important part. If you’re a human or a cat or a carousel, you’d be wise to hug the fringes.
You are on a journey through space and time. No, you aren’t in The Twilight Zone. You are somewhere far more interesting, vastly more magical, and eminently more real. You have entered Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary. You are here with me. It’s a Friday. Let’s go! We’ll start by swinging wide the big, blue […]
We are all, to a person, noisy. This applies to the introverts and the anchorites no less than the chandelier-swinging celebrants of social butterflication. The question is, what sort of noise will we make?
Cats: not one of them is faking it, and every single one of them is making it. Us, we’re a bit different. But we can still learn.
The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?
Innocence is underrated. There’s something to be said for the 12 33-year-old who thinks the song “Shoop” is simply about dancing. There’s something to be said for the eminent emeritus English professor whose favorite films feature dogs dressed as people. And there’s a Saturn-sized something to be said for the cat who thinks that all […]
People say that Labor Day marks the end of summer. People say that white shoes are not okay after said day. People say a lot of things. But if you’ve had the kind of August our cats have had, you’re still sloshing white espadrilles through the endless summer stew.
It’s been a July to remember. We learned that Kanye West is a blowfish, not a shark. We saw a movie in which a raccoon did the talking for a man who’s a tree. And we rode a rocket of changes with a raft of cats.