Wait well
Hey. You. The cats asked me to ask you somethin’. How’s the wait treating you?
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Guest post: The Last Cat
Editor’s note: Kittens, it’s my joy to introduce you to a new voice on this blog. Sue the Splendorous is not new to us at Tabby’s Place. She’s been a beloved volunteer for years. But now, Felis Catus is richer for her words and her heart. We’re all (feline and human) in for a treat… — A.H.
Banish winter
This post could have had several names. In living color. She’s a rainbow. But “banish winter” it shall be.
Epilogues: October 2018
November arrives full of “alls.” Yesterday was All Saints Day. (The cats celebrated themselves appropriately.) Today is All Souls Day. (The cats snickered “bless your soul” at us inappropriately.) And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, we’re lavished with the luscious “alls” of 125 Tabby’s Place residents in all their muchness.
The good ship Jack
I’m a firm believer that your ship has not sailed without you. If something is vanishing over the horizon, it was not your ship. If you don’t believe me, I’m afraid you don’t know Jack.
Thunderstruck
When you enter Suite C, you expect to be greeted by a thundering herd. You do not, however, expect to have your heart shot straight into the sky, only to land in a 14-year-old calico’s paws.
Epilogues: September 2014
In the immortal words of Tom Petty, “some days are diamonds; some days are rocks.” And some months are ossified turds.* September, you thieving, grieving month, we’re looking at you.
Proper preparation
There is no good way to lose a cat. Preparation doesn’t make us prepared. Sudden loss doesn’t spare us long grief. There is no good way.
Map of the world
We like to keep the ground beneath our feet. We prefer our maps perfect. But sometimes, there be dragons.
No more kings
The arrival of The World’s Most Famous Infant has people talking about royalty: crowns and Union Jacks and kingly things. People who know about these things say it’s good to be king. To which, as often, the Tabby’s Place cats say: o really?