Kittens, this is a special day. It’s March. It’s the feast day of St. Albinus. But, most pertinent to the cats and you and me, it’s Ash Wednesday…and Meteorological Spring.
2016 was a doer of some dastardly deeds. The New Year is still nearly formless and void. But a very good spirit is hovering over the waters here. It is the spirit…of birthday cake.
This week in the U.S., we honor those who served. This week every second of every hour of every day at Tabby’s Place, we honor those who serve are served.
Everything is connected. The future is today. (No, really.) And we’re only really “us” when we’re with “them.”
Anyone who’s lived with cats or children or saints knows: higher creatures have their own calendars. It’s only us earthbound types who think holidays are sparsely scattershot across the year.
Ash Wednesday has arrived. Numberless believers will accept a smudge of ashes today, a reminder that we’re dust, we’re fragile, we’re broken, and we desperately need Easter’s Resurrection. Laden with tradition, this is a mysterious, meaningful day for millions the world over. As masters of meaning, the Tabby’s Place cats have, of course, co-opted the […]
October 16th was National Feral Cat Day. October 16th was also Boss’s Day. Coincidence?*
You may have heard it said, “believe half the things you see, and none of the things you hear.” But I say unto you: go ahead and believe all the things you hear in Suite A.
If yesterday was gras, today is grey. Faithful folk worldwide are walking around with smudges of ash on their foreheads, representing repentance to God and the start of Lent. Faithful cats, on the other hand, have been wearing ash grey in and out of (liturgical) season. Never mind that felines don’t do repentance.
Many things are best when heated. Italian bread. Fluffy towels. Apple pie. Unspayed feral cats.