Who do you think you are?
Hey, you. Who do you think you are?
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Here’s the thing. A gin & tonic with a bowl of Salsa Verde Doritos isn’t really “dinner.” But, once in a while, a person needs to meander off the path of “usually,” “really,” and “typically” in order to 1) experience different things and 2) protect one’s sanity.
Bruce Springsteen is livestreaming from home today. I wonder how Ronnie is handling all of this. Frozen vegetables are hard to find. I should call my aunt. Grocery store workers never signed up to be society’s heroes, but here we are. I need to go switch the laundry.
In this distanced, digital time, scrolling can help. Scrolling can also hurt. But strolling — strolling is always a good idea.
If yesterday was a whoop, today is a whisper. If yesterday let it all hang out, today tucks in tight, pondering in its heart. But let’s be real: the cats can’t choose not to tell the difference.
First things first: the Ringoes, NJ metropolitan area is not formally having a “cold emergency.” Unlike our very real heat emergency, this one is entirely our invention (and by “our” I mean “mine,” because I am the World’s Biggest Winter Weenie, and I enjoy hiding behind the mantle of “our”). That said, the cats know […]
Editor’s note: Kittens, it’s my joy to introduce you to a new voice on this blog. Sue the Splendorous is not new to us at Tabby’s Place. She’s been a beloved volunteer for years. But now, Felis Catus is richer for her words and her heart. We’re all (feline and human) in for a treat… — A.H.
We live in an age of indignation. Much of it is necessary. But much of it is just noxious.
That title isn’t exactly accurate. Geriatric throw-downs, plural, endless in plurality, would be more like it.
Cats (feline) are not the only cats (hep) to have moved in our recent mass of motion. We have been hustling humans all about the sanctuary, too.