I don’t know….would you want to go back to start this year over? Sure would be nice to never have heard the words “COVID-19,” or “social distancing,” or “stay at home,”, “face masks.” And the last few weeks? Well, that’s a blog for another forum, not here, not by me.
Cats are exquisitely skilled creatures. They are gifted at acquiring fish mush and veneration. They are talented at adapting to change. But they are arguably at their best when finding nooks.*
Editor’s note: As we ache for our volunteers, visitors, and assorted friends/buddies/pals of two species, the next best thing to a visit is a guest blog post. Thank you, dearest Sue, for this beautiful missive. Fellow volunteers and other valiant Tabby’s Place people: if a blog post is percolating within you, hit me up. You […]
As it happens, Denni is telling Heather and Bucca and me a thing or two about trying gracefully.
Some of them try too hard. Some of them try too little. Some of them try moderately. All of them live in my office.
Ours is the instant age. Instant pots. Instagrams. Instant gratification of every greedy, grasping gradation. But cats prickle at our pace.
What did February brew for you, kittens? Was it the seasonal equivalent of honey-lemon tea, accented with a pink marshmallow heart? Or was it a colander of questionably-colored snow?
This is a marvelously mad mashed week. This is a thoroughly turkified, Tofurkified week. Accordingly, we shall pelt you not with prose, but with Gratuitous Cat Photos(TM).