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.
Scientists talk about the Law of Conservation of Matter. Scientists talk about protoplasm. And scientists talk about other scientists (you know they do). But nothing that scientists talk about is as interesting as Betsy. That’s why we’re going to talk about the Law of Conservation of Cats who are Unable to Keep their Tongues in […]
It’s every twelve-year-old girl’s dream that The Boy will liken her to his favorite celebrity. I lived the dream…but it took a short-whiskered cat, twenty years later, to make me see just how downright dweamy it all was.
Where have all the true superheroes gone? These days it seems each film director has to make his hero a little bit “edgy” and and “dark.” Where, I beg thee, are the real good guys? I’ll tell you where: right in the heart of Ringoes, NJ at Tabby’s Place.
Some names are awesome (exhibit A: D’Artagnan). Some names are so overdone they must be retired (exhibit B: Oreo and Oreo and Oreo). But some cat names are a little bit perplexing. Exhibit C: Rikki.
It’s a jungle in here. If you thought Hunterdon County politics were wild, step into Suite B. Or C. Or FIV.