You hear your anthem. Snoop Dogg is cheering your name. The whole world is your Number One Fan. One of two things is happening. Either you just won a gold medal in the Olympic Games… …or you are a Tabby’s Place cat on an unremarkable Thursday.
If you want to watch the badminton quarterfinals, you will have to set your alarm for 3am. If you are passionate about pentathlon, you understand your event will not make prime time. But if you are a Tabby’s Place cat, you are too good of a sport to care if you are a popular sport.
The Pops, Grandpops, and miscellaneous Poppas and Pappys have been celebrated. The mortarboards have been thrown. The Strawberry Moon has set. June 2024 has been juiced to the last drop. The Tabby’s Place cats hereby welcome you to the Best Summer Ever.
“Raisin does not like Rosalind.” “One of the kittens pooped in the sink.” “I have found my vocation; my vocation is love.”
Fergie enjoys being enjoyed. So do I, when I’m honest. You only get to be a Valentine when you’re honest.
It may be Black Friday (in the US, at least), and there may be a lot of attention on bloated tummies and massive sales. Not at Tabby’s Place (except maybe the slightest loosening of waistbands). Fridays are days, just like every day, for focusing attention on cats. The FIV+ crew think they deserve extra special […]
Do you ever dream? Do you ever dream the sorts of dreams that make your toes twitch and your whiskers flicker?
When you fall over (and it is “when,” not “if”), what do you spill out? Anger? Compassion? Resentment that you are not eating enough mini meatballs? (I will let you guess which two out of those three apply to cats.)
Where did you learn to crawl? Where did you learn to walk? Where will you learn to crawl again? Where will you be when you learn how much Fergie hates the song Fergalicious?
January hath given, and January hath taken away. January hath given us Zebra Cake ice cream, and January hath taken away all remaining laughable attempts by our species to appear dignified. January hath taken away our queen Betty White (and our gentle jester Louie Anderson, and our soaring bard Meat Loaf), and January hath given […]