Epilogues: February 2015
It’s over, homies. The worst of winter. The chalky cavalcade of Conversation Hearts. The days without daffodils. And your wait for the cats’ monthly wrap-up.
It’s over, homies. The worst of winter. The chalky cavalcade of Conversation Hearts. The days without daffodils. And your wait for the cats’ monthly wrap-up.
When you’re human, it’s easy to drowse into climate-controlled forgetfulness. But when you live with cats, it’s impossible to forget that you are more than your mind.
There are no sacred cows at Tabby’s Place. And, when one turns up, it tends to get promptly barbequed.
…your blogger has been a whole buncha busy. It’s hard work receiving amazing items like trips to Aruba and pearl necklaces. (No, really, it is – I don’t get to keep this stuff. But you have a shot at it – click here.) But, thanks to my epic guilt at not having time to write […]
There are cats, there are Community Cats, and then there are solarium cats. Recently, the solarium cats enjoyed the adventure of nine lifetimes.
Some cats cause predictions to fall out of our mouths the minute they arrive at Tabby’s Place. “He’s not going to be here very long at all.” “This little girl is probably going to get adopted right out of Quarantine.” But the funny thing about predictions is, they can be profoundly wrong.