She’s not gonna be our president, guys. It’s over. She lost. Sable #TinyTail2016 Rosenberg was not elected.
To state the obvious: this has been a brutal season for bleeding hearts. If you’re feeling a bit bloodied by it all, this post is for you.
The world is very different in 2016 than it was in 2003, when Tabby’s Place opened. Despite coming of age in a digital world, our teenage sanctuary is undeniably analog.
If nobody liked what you did, are you likable? If nobody knows you did it, did it happen?
Lord have mercy. Those words have escaped my lips more times than I can count this week, and not in the “Uncle Jesse from Full House” sense.
I have it on good authority that you are confused. Don’t look so surprised; the cats told me.
“Give us this day an itemized, notarized guarantee of everything we will need for the next five years.” If cats pray, they do not pray like this.
Have you ever been delighted, only to be disappointed, only to be delighted more deeply than you could have dreamed in the first place? Knox feels ya.
Sometimes the cats are mirrors of our better angels. Sometimes, they’re funhouse mirrors of what we would or could be.
This is essentially a blog by, for and about cats. Which is why I’m here today to talk about terrorism.