With intakes and outtakes (aka adoptions), it can be difficult to keep track of the very many Tabby’s Place cats in the very many spaces that they occupy. When there are multiples of similar size, shape, and markings, the challenges double.
When you decide to adopt a cat, several questions are in order. “How am I so fortunate as to live in a world containing cats?” “How can I be worthy of a creature of infinite splendor?” And, most importantly, “why not … ?”
Beloved Betty, who told you it was Valentine’s Day? They told you this on August 11th, and October 25th, and December 2nd, and so on. You believed them every time. I am beginning to believe you were absolutely right.
There are people who would rather have one marshmallow now than two in ten minutes. There are people who festoon marshmallows with garland halos and declare them angels. And then there are cats.
It’s the shortest month of one of the longest years since years began. The hour is late. This is no time for half-measures in love. This is no time for scarcity in hair city.
O! Planet October, how did you enter our orbit? There we were, Septembering along like woolly bear caterpillars, when POOF! you filled the sky and turned our world upside-down. And now, O! October! Here we are with stars in our eyes and stomachs full of butterflies and so many shouts and sighs, I don’t know […]
Cats have decreed: you are not too far gone. Cats poke and ponder: perhaps you have not gone far enough. Over the edge. Out of the burrow. Into the fray and the play and the prayer that is life.
I’m not here to talk about Betty. I’m here to talk about Betty. Who, as it turns out, reminds me an awful lot of Betty.
If witches have “familiars” (cats, toads, bats, senators, etc.), we — whatever we are at Tabby’s Place — have “peculiars.” Halloween has come. Halloween has gone. All Saints and All Souls have made their annual appearance. But holidays are perpetual at the Place called Tabby’s, and we’re rich in treats and tricksters, holy mischief-makers and […]