Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.
Imitation is reputed to be the highest form of flattery. In the world of cats, “incidental” is more likely than imitational.
We’ve been awaiting you. We’ve been preparing for days. Can you smell the heavenly aroma?
People spend too much time bandying about words that set hard limits. Frankly, such limits do not exist.
Let Farmer Biff dominate the County’s Largest Gourd contest. Let Gramma Aldene boast the prize pumpkin. Tabby’s Place claims true victory: fullest Flower.
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
October 2013 gave us many gifts. Leaves the color of honey. Sweater weather. The monumental cultural achievement of Bad Grandpa.
October 16th was National Feral Cat Day. October 16th was also Boss’s Day. Coincidence?*
Maybe you’ve done things you aren’t proud of. Maybe you habitually use more paper towels than required for the task at hand. Maybe you spent all four years of high school pushing the sousaphone players around. Maybe you write nasty anonymous letters to Donald Trump. It’s okay. You are hereby liberated from the tyranny of […]
When words are few and hearts raw, God provides. This week, provision came in the form of letters from little people.