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.
We were not all born to be comforting beverages. Once we get over this, we can get to the business of being pearls.
Never let anyone tell you that cats are immune to New Year’s resolutions. The moment applications opened to drive the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile, the Tabby’s Place cats instantly, collectively developed goals. Resolved to support them, I have just signed 100 reference letters.