Consetta is not a cat content to consent to others’ intent. She is, however, ready to confiscate my keyboard.
In a world with too much anger, it’s a brave thing to just be scared. Sometimes the best way to let your little light shine is to let it publicly tremble — or flash, as the case may be.
Tabby’s Place maintains a variety of “behavior logs.” If you are a cat, these are not the place you want to be. No, that’s not right. If you are a cat, these are exactly where you aspire to be.
Whether you realize it or not, you are very, very familiar with the Arthurian Legend. Maybe you haven’t done the deep nerd thing (I can NOT make that claim), having never delved into Mallory (too much jousting!), Chrétien De Troyes (maudlin much?), or the Mabinogion (Welsh dictionary advised). Maybe you have never participated in any […]
You are not permitted to intentionally create disagreeable odors in Alabama. You are not permitted to produce cheese with undesirable odors in Wisconsin. You are permitted to be deeply and exuberantly happy, regardless of your odors, vapors, etc.
You may be vaccinated. You may be agitated. But spring, and hope, and cats are marching on, and I hope you’ll come along.
The rains in Mozambique have been relentless. The cyclones seem to have a crush on Madagascar. But here in Ringoes, NJ, things are fine and dry.
February was not fully perfect. Cases in point: Something has gone horribly wrong with all the butter in Canada. Elvira is no longer ours for the hugging. Daft Punk has broken up. Additional case in point, pointedly true every month: our collective sanity has broken up (HA HA HA I MADE A FUNNY! “COLLECTIVE SANITY” […]