If you’ve not yet done your holiday shopping, allow me to extend my condolences. The malls this week will be only slightly less tragic and messy than The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, without the benefit of Gordon Lightfoot. But where there are Tabby’s Place cats, there’s hope.
There are things we’re told are facts, even if we’ve never seen the evidence ourselves. Matter and energy can display characteristics of both waves and particles. There are reasonable people out there who like to listen to Kenny G. Charlie Sheen, John McCain and Vanilla Ice are all the same species. And female FIV+ cats […]
Helpful hints and shortcuts are a big help to a busy life. It seems our cats have been reading Real Simple, because they’re doing their best to simplify…the laundry.
Some days the Tabby’s Place lobby feels like an outtake from a Tim Burton movie, or maybe a circus. Or the Island of Misfit Toys. Make that all of the above. This has never been truer than since wild, wondrous Gabriella came to town.
It was a typical afternoon at Tabby’s Place. Cats were sleeping. Cats were playing. Cats were eating. Humans were talking about Dwight D. Eisenhower.
I’ve always liked the expression “he swears like a longshoreman.” My liking hasn’t been tempered by the fact that I rarely swear and have never met any longshoremen. Or at least, I didn’t until Burdock came along.
The Shakers tell me it’s a gift to be simple. If we connect the dots, then, we can see that it must be a gift to be Mervyn.
What’s cute and tiny and shimmies all over? I’ll give you one more clue: she has more spots than a pimply teenager and all 101 dalmatians combined.
Every once in a while, I get an e-mail that reaches through the computer screen and grabs me by the heart. You know the feeling: a fellow spirit connects over the ether and ”gets it” in a way that takes your breath away and restores your faith in humanity. Dr. L is such a spirit, and […]