Rainbow sprinkles make a festive sight. Whipped cream is a ruffly riot of fun. But for a serious ice cream sundae, you need Fudge.
Tabby’s Place fam, you are a constellation of wonders. Just when we think you have achieved peak “amazing,” you do new cartwheels of compassion. And now, you have cheerfully disassembled two of the saddest words in the English language: “too old.”
What’s squeeshy and sweet inside and blackened on the outside? Toasted marshmallows, or cats, maybe both. Let me explain.
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 […]