Guest post: Yoga cats
Volunteering at our beloved sanctuary is a treat and privilege. Service to the kitties is its own reward, but it doesn’t stop there. Cats give back.
Volunteering at our beloved sanctuary is a treat and privilege. Service to the kitties is its own reward, but it doesn’t stop there. Cats give back.
It’s a strange thing to put one’s thoughts into words. It’s stranger still to cast them out into the ether to see where they land. The most surprising thing is to see how they are received, by how many, and how far away.
Fat Tuesday is feeling a little gaunt this year. New Orleans itself has replaced Mardi Gras with something called Yardi Gras, which is well intentioned but sounds like a gimmick for selling patio furniture.
Quick: name your top ten favorite living creatures of all time. Too hard? Let’s restrict it to cats. Still too hard? Good.
It’s Christmas Eve, and so I’ll let my words be few. The cats want to be your manger.
This lemony year has taken many things from us, while simultaneously hoarding all the sugar and Splenda so as to prevent us from making lemonade. But what do Tabby’s Place kittens do with lemons? They throw them out the window and make some righteous tuna salad.
I am writing this blog a day after Dorothy Day‘s birthday, and I’m wondering something she wouldn’t want me to wonder. Is it safe to hope?
Today is a day. But no matter what they tell you, today is not “the” day that defines all days.
This being Labor Day and all, your normal blogular programming has been suspended. Fortunately, you’re getting something better.
As proven by its occasional rhapsodizing about Alan Alda and One Direction, this blog is not generally pinned to the pulse of celebrity news. But this week’s star sorrow demands a response. The world has lost its beloved Black Panther, Chadwick Boseman.