Epilogues: March 2017
March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.
Forever Loved: Felix and Angel
Tell me, please. How is it that you can lose and lose and never be empty?
Climb every carpeted box
Many people would benefit from your freaking out right now. The cats are not among those people.
Rest from their labors
For the fruits of your labors, the Tabby’s Place cats thank you. You donate. You share our stories. You pray. You love. You labor your legwarmers off…and your labors do not go unnoticed.
No justice, no…problem
Ask not for whom the Community Room door opens; it opens for thee. Unless thou art Jackie. Or Hildegarde. Or Boots. Or — heaven help us — Olive.
Gratuitous cat photos of the day: Invited to the feast
Tis the season to be feasty beasts. Gingerbread. Pfefferneuse. Fruitcake. Fudge. Linzer cookies. Strufuli.* Arid orbs of prescription cat food.
Rave on
Much like the New York Times, Felis Catus is committed to journalistic integrity. Unlike the New York Times, Felis Catus has the advantage of feline editors.
We shoulda known
There are things we probably should have realized sooner than we did. I should have realized, when my high school boyfriend chose Tubthumping by Chumbawamba as “our song,” that this relationship would ultimately fall down and not get up again. You should have realized, when your blind date introduced himself as Joey “Spicy Meat-a-Ball” Spinelli, […]
Epilogues: April
Tra-la… It’s May, which means spring is about to get real. We’re talking dogwoods. Tulips. Hydrangeas. And kittens. Baby kittens. Bring on the brain-liquefying, IQ-annihilating powers of kittens and their nuclear cuteness.
Epilogues: February 2014
Sometimes 28 days can feel like the longest month of the year. This was no ordinary February.