First things first: nobody knows exactly where this all goes. Not you. Not me. Not even, on this rare occasion, the cats.
If cats could take Buzzfeed quizzes, they wouldn’t. Amy has no need to know which Disney princess she would be, nor whether or not Timothée Chalamet would like her mixtape.
John Legend songs. Red roses. Abominations committed against marshmallows. It’s Valentine’s Day, with all its mixed feelings. Fortunately, we have Dorito, and Dorito has us.
It’s Christmas Day, the heart of Chanukah, and very near to the shortest sliver of the year. 2019 is leaving us, yet not without light.
This is a night of waiting. Yearning. Keeping our watch of wondering love.
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.
On this 28th day of November, 2019 AD, in Ringoes, New Jersey, United States, Planet Earth, there’s a lot to be worried about. There’s a lot to be angry about. There’s a lot to be weepy about. But there is so much more more more to be grateful for.
What am I trying to tell you when I blog? What are we trying to say when we beg your mercy, your emotions, and your donations? What is the Linda Fund really all about?
Funny thing about matters of the meant-to-be. They seem to take an eternity, only to arrive in an instant.
There is a robust debate as to which human popularized the phrase “living my best life.” Contenders range from Snoop Dogg to Joel Osteen, with a strong case to be made for Oprah. But at Tabby’s Place, we know with absolute certainty where the phrase truly originated: cats.