If you’re reading this post, you’re doing July right. Before you can properly celebrate Independence Day, Bastille Day, and Tapioca Pudding Day, you must know how the cats spent all the days of June.
Part of knowing someone — human, feline, or giant iridescent squid — is knowing what makes him angry. In the case of a certain Tabby’s Place Founder & Executive Director, one guaranteed angry-maker is Three’s Company.
My barrister friends have often said that, when it comes to law school, if you make it through torts, you can make it. I assumed this famously difficult class on torts must be on the topic of torts, as in, wrongful acts leading to civil legal liability. Now I know: it was on tortoiseshell cats.
Mashed taters: eaten. Great uncles and aunties: kissed. November: accomplished.
Warning: deep thoughts ahead. If you smell something burning, consider yourself warned. I’d venture to say that much of the pain in the world is caused by exclusion. The human world, that is.
Gabriel is the only honest-to-goodness angel of the angels. When the litter of four heaven-faced kittens arrived, our initial plan was to name them all after actual angels. But “Uriel” seemed a little too urinary, and somebody complained that “Raphael” was better fit for a turtle of the teenaged mutant ninja variety than a tabby […]