You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
Homecomings are a big deal. The best kind are when any human comes to Tabby’s Place for the first or thousandth time.
When you have been the most loved, you have the most to give. When you have been the best loved, you are the best one to love. But when “loved” passes into past tense, you may feel like the last living creature on earth.
We’ve been awaiting you. We’ve been preparing for days. Can you smell the heavenly aroma?
So here we stand, at the end and the beginning. Cats know that there are only ever beginnings. Cats know many things beyond our reach. But they are gentle, and permit us to believe in figments — endings, the concept of “age appropriate,” the existence of credible vegan cheese — as long as necessary. Perhaps […]
You gave us wonder and splendor. You gave us the return of Bill and Ted (see above). You gave us the feast day of St. Augustine, and the annual pondering as to whether or not his friends called him “Gus.” You gave us an uncommonly high volume of marmalade cats.
Oh August, sweet little August, you are young yet, and tender. Yet as you grow, we have a request for you. On behalf of every individual of every species on every continent, subcontinent and islet: please be kind.
True fact: you may, someday, be more renowned than Taylor Swift. Equally true fact: you may labor and love in obscurity for all of your days. Most factual fact: either way, you’re in good company.
We try to keep it real on this blog. That said, if you ever hear me utter the words “I’m keepin’ it real,” please take me gently by the hand and take me to a quiet room where you can apply duct tape to my mouth (preferably glitter duct tape).