It’s not quackery
If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck, it’s probably a duck. But if it walks like a granny in new Reeboks and talks continually, it’s definitely Ducky.
If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck, it’s probably a duck. But if it walks like a granny in new Reeboks and talks continually, it’s definitely Ducky.
Didn’t we have a time? We cherished kittens. Now, we are remembering seniors. And the cats reminded us of the meaning of May.
You’re back! We’re glad. Because there are five more feline phenoms here to show you how to rock old age. Let’s hear it for the second half of our first-ever Ten Over Ten…
Early spring is a wriggly thing. It is like a fat neon caterpillar with no symptoms of “butterfly.” It is like the brassy sun that tries too hard and turns into a freeze warning by dusk. It has one paw in the garden of “already,” and one ankle-deep in the slush of “not yet.” In […]
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]
Editor’s note: The following post comes your way from the grand Famiglia di Ducky. May we heed The Duck’s call to marvel and rejoice at the cats and humans who duck our expectations. Life — and Ducky — are so much more complicated and magical than we first imagine… — A.H.
The strawberry moon has hopped back into its hidey hole. The Jurassic Park/World/Money franchise has handed over its latest. The magical month of June has jaunted off for another year.
Having Ducky at Tabby’s Place was ducky. Nay, it was more. It was supra-ducky. Uber-ducky. So transcendent of ducky it was Ducky with a capital D. But having Ducky adopted — with one transcendentally cool Tesseract, no less — was the Duckiest of all.
What did February brew for you, kittens? Was it the seasonal equivalent of honey-lemon tea, accented with a pink marshmallow heart? Or was it a colander of questionably-colored snow?