Forever Loved: Chester
Beauty does not belong just to the bronzed and shimmering. Beauty is not the perfect nose, or the cheek uncreased by smile lines. Beauty is as beauty does. Chester did “beautiful” with every follicle.
Beauty does not belong just to the bronzed and shimmering. Beauty is not the perfect nose, or the cheek uncreased by smile lines. Beauty is as beauty does. Chester did “beautiful” with every follicle.
Spend time with cats, and you will believe in more than you ever believed before. You will believe in a friendship bigger than family, and a family big enough for all of us. You will believe in the power of a “plain brown tabby.” You will believe there are no coincidences.
“We Don’t Talk About Bruno” is an unforgettable song from Encanto. But we talked non-stop about Bruno, the cat who tried to stay forgotten … and enchanted us instead.
I originally titled this blog post, “Forever Loved: Too Many.” That would not have been inaccurate. But it would not have born witness to the cats we loved one by one.
You know Cupcake and Cupcake and Cupcake. But Cupcake the Fourth was the best-kept-secret recipe.
Her name was as common as a generic grey sweatshirt. Her habitat was cubbies and crannies, cul-de-sacs off the main street of attention. But the quietest cat in the Tabby’s Place Lobby knew how to love, loud and clear.
“Steven.” “Steeeeee-ven!” “Steeeeeeeeeeeee! VEN!” Steven. No cat has ever had a more wonderful name.
A Guru is defined as a spiritual guide, personal religious teacher, or acknowledged master of a specific field. Rooted in Sanskrit, it translates to “dispeller of darkness.” They serve as a counselor, exemplar, and spiritual guide who leads disciples from the darkness of spiritual ignorance to the light of self-realization and enlightenment. This is the […]
When Aries greeted you, you learned several things: One black cat can contain one billion watts of excitement. You — yes, you — are a source of joy. And, there is no word on Earth more wondrous than “welcome!”
If a cat was here “within living memory,” that means there are people at today’s picnic table who knew them in person. We remember every detail. Our faces glow like bonfires as we tell you: His whiskers were as curly as a fancy French mustache. Her belly was softer than feathers. He knew the word […]