Ashtacular
If yesterday was a whoop, today is a whisper. If yesterday let it all hang out, today tucks in tight, pondering in its heart. But let’s be real: the cats can’t choose not to tell the difference.
If yesterday was a whoop, today is a whisper. If yesterday let it all hang out, today tucks in tight, pondering in its heart. But let’s be real: the cats can’t choose not to tell the difference.
The cats are all for big plans and big dreams. But the cats hope you’ll also remember to keep things little in 2020.
It’s Christmas Day, the heart of Chanukah, and very near to the shortest sliver of the year. 2019 is leaving us, yet not without light.
This is a night of waiting. Yearning. Keeping our watch of wondering love.
On this 28th day of November, 2019 AD, in Ringoes, New Jersey, United States, Planet Earth, there’s a lot to be worried about. There’s a lot to be angry about. There’s a lot to be weepy about. But there is so much more more more to be grateful for.
Let me guess: you’ve got food on the brain this week. Let’s clear up a few things: canned cranberry sauce is superior to Martha Stewart’s finest (bonus points if it retains the can shape); marshmallows have no business bothering sweet potatoes; and whoever invented “frizzled onions” should be tried for war crimes.
First things first: the Ringoes, NJ metropolitan area is not formally having a “cold emergency.” Unlike our very real heat emergency, this one is entirely our invention (and by “our” I mean “mine,” because I am the World’s Biggest Winter Weenie, and I enjoy hiding behind the mantle of “our”). That said, the cats know […]
If you hang around Tabby’s Place for any length of time, you will unavoidably encounter the word “shmoldie.” Repeatedly. Inescapably. Inexplicably.
Do not adjust your monitors. It is not The Holiday Season. This is a legitimate, urgent, bona fide usage of the Emergency Gratuitous Cat Photos System. Circumstances have dictated that we pelt you with pictures immediately. What circumstances? The cats have melted.