If Mardi Gras is for lardy lap cats, Ash Wednesday is for those as soft as fog. They are so much more than “grey cats.” Call them silver linings and titanium cores, nimbus clouds and nimble comforters. Call them diamond charms and stainless steel, mystics and moonbeams. Most of all, call them Team Stardust, for […]
When you are in a hopeless situation, every day is Ash Wednesday. You don’t need a smudge on your forehead. You wear grief like a tattoo. You don’t need someone to say, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” You remember all too well. But when you are a Tabby’s Place […]
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.