Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Please, Please Me
Dogs have been the primary beneficiaries of very much study and very great good will. And cats? Let’s just say it has been less so…until recently.
Full house
You may be full of yule log today. You may be full of ill-advised eggless nog. Your living room may be full of Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles. Be assured: you are not as full as a cat.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Space Cats
Bear with me a moment, please. I’m trying to wrap my mind around an idea. I asked for it. Literally. Only, what to do with it now that I have been thusly gifted, from my spouse’s own lips, with “Space Cats?”
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: The Fairy Tail
Her name is Nola, not Lola (Lola lives in Medical with Angelo, but hers is another story). Nola is not a showgirl. She’s a Tabby’s Place cat. Yellow feathers are present only as accessories to cat toys. She refuses to wear any dresses no matter where they are cut down to. Neither will she merengue […]
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Total Tabbies Tabby’s Place Takeover
You might be familiar with Total Tap Takeovers. These events are coordinated between individual breweries and restaurants to highlight one brewery’s offerings. Each beer tap is specific to that brewery until the kegs kick (run dry, empty out, fail to produce further pints, go all frothy, skunk…ahem). Brewery representatives are sometimes onsite to hand out […]
Spent
“There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.” – Thomas Merton “You have a lot to learn, Tomcat.” – Every Cat Who Ever Lived
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Nixing Normal
As we grow up, our coursework and our cultures can encourage rigidity about many concepts of grammar and, more poignantly, about who people are “supposed to be” and how much we expect everyone and everything to be “normal.”
Guest post: Dirty laundry
Having spent a significant portion of my formative years in the 1980s, a lot of my pop culture references are considerably dated. Most are still more or less apropos of any given situation.
Leveling up
As you read this sentence, you’re getting older. Wait, you just did it again. Now you did it again. You can’t stop, and I won’t get in your way. But before we get all our farfalle twisted into bow ties of despair, remember: we’re not alone. The cats are aging, too.
Grands
It’s entirely possible that we have galumphing hordes of grandparents on our hands. We’re rich, kittens. Who among us, whether seven or seventy-seven, couldn’t use a good Grandpa or twelve?