A day without shame
Every year on Fat Tuesday, we rejoice in our rotund residents. And every year, someone scolds me for “fat-shaming the cats.” But that is preposterous. We are dealing with a species that is completely safe from shame.
Every year on Fat Tuesday, we rejoice in our rotund residents. And every year, someone scolds me for “fat-shaming the cats.” But that is preposterous. We are dealing with a species that is completely safe from shame.
If you believe Cupid and Walmart, red and pink are the appropriate colors for Valentine’s Day. But if you come to Tabby’s Place, you’ll learn the truth: Valentine’s Day is naturally green. Hoopla Green.
Winter is coming to Ringoes, NJ. That means the cats at Tabby’s Place will feel a chill in their solariums.
Words you will never hear spoken to a cat at Tabby’s Place: “You are the second cutest.” “No, you are not the ruler of the galaxy.” “No, you are not Brad Pitt.” And most importantly: “You can’t live in a bubble.”
Today, we thank veterans. They have lived with courage so the world can live in peace. They have walked lonely roads of unseen sacrifice. They are shy about applause and accolades, uneasy with the word “hero.” And then … there are the cats.
The FeLV+ cats in Quinn’s Corner have a secret, and they want to spill the beans. Brace yourself. Ready? Felvies can live long, healthy, happy lives.
We all write our own little stories about the cats. “Hips and Prescott are married,” for instance. Or, “Pepita has a Nobel Peace Prize.” Or, “before Tabby’s Place, Baby worked as an ice cream man.” You do it. I do it. We would hardly be human if we didn’t do it. But the cats’ true […]
Checkers would never tell you this himself. But with tears in our eyes and white fur on our jeans, we need the world to know. Checkers was a king.
Let the woolly caterpillar shimmy like a sweater-sock. Give the stink bug his noxious due. Just don’t call the lady an insect.
I need the world to know. I need the galaxies to know. But most of all, bewildered sprite, I need you to know.