Gratitude: being more aware, and therefore more thankful, of what you have than what you lack.
You and I and your congressman and Lady Gaga all want to know how long the pandemic will last. How long until we can hug, and frolic, and stand within six feet of one another? How long until we can shake hands, pass the peace, pass a Werther’s Original to Grandpa, pass a day without […]
We can’t all be Santa Claus. We can’t all be Mr. Rogers. But each of us can be all the cats believe we can be.
As it happens, Denni is telling Heather and Bucca and me a thing or two about trying gracefully.
Some of them try too hard. Some of them try too little. Some of them try moderately. All of them live in my office.
Every day is a party at Tabby’s Place. There are shenanigans. There is tomfoolery. There’s enough Party Mix to make a trail to Neptune and back. But one day still stands apart.
Ours is the instant age. Instant pots. Instagrams. Instant gratification of every greedy, grasping gradation. But cats prickle at our pace.
If you are within a certain age bracket, the above-referenced song has been irrevocably ruined for you by singing hamburgers. Perhaps “ruined” is a strong word. But at any rate, you are now unable to hear that riff without singing in your head — against your own will — “…and I hope you do; you’ll […]
Chooser of the slain. Lover of heroes. Victory woman. Complicated little black cat.