Wherever we turn, there are doorways that we can see through as we pass through, much like the magnificent blue door staff and volunteers use to enter Tabby’s Place. Then there are portals. Whether they are wormholes that link the farthest reaches of the universe to each other or tunnels that link New York to […]
Cats undoubtedly have their concerns: plant-based sausage, the pleasures and pitfalls of nostalgia, the diminishing likelihood of a One Direction reunion. But, by and large, small or large, they are not a species prone to worry. They are, accordingly, a species poised to save us from ourselves.
From where I sit, legs dangling off the edge of the world, ready to be caught by 120 strong cats, I can tell you the following with a high measure of confidence: We have had ourselves a capital-M Month.
My dad said lots of memorable, quotable things. Many of them were actual quotes, like, “This too shall pass.” He never quoted the source, but he often further explained that it’s as true of the good stuff as the bad, so enjoy every moment. He also once told me not to spend too much time […]
In this life, there are good things that everyone agrees are good (pajamas, Stanley Tucci). There are good things that some good people believe are bad (candy corn, the 2012 Les Misérables). Such persons are still good, despite being wrong. There are ambiguous things that good and bad people can fight about for a good […]
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 […]
Consetta is not a cat content to consent to others’ intent. She is, however, ready to confiscate my keyboard.
O July! We cannot fathom why you did the things you did.
Friends are reuniting. F*R*I*E*N*D*S are reuniting. As months go, you might say this May was The One With High Hopes. Then again, we are in the business of cats, so hopes around here are always Himalaya-high.
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.