Warning: deep thoughts ahead. If you smell something burning, consider yourself warned. I’d venture to say that much of the pain in the world is caused by exclusion. The human world, that is.
You may be familiar with the league of extraordinary gentlemen. If you’re extra-excellent, you might be a member of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. But you’ve gotta be a breed apart to make your home in the Tabby’s Place lobby.
…it’s May. The lusty month of May, to be exact. This fact is not lost on our lobby cats.
It’s the time of the season when love runs high when Gratuitous Cat Photos start appearing on Felis Catus. I could apologize for not having time to catch my breath eat a fluffernutter sandwich blog regularly. I could…and I would, except that (a) the aformentioned lack of time is due to trying to keep up […]
Keeping up with cats can be like Whac-a-Mole. Speaking of which, was anyone else ever troubled by the whole premise? Aren’t there things far more whackworthy than cute, furry moles? I guess “Whac Injustice” or “Whac The Darkness In One’s Own Soul” isn’t quite as arcade-worthy. But I digress.
There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place. That’s true in at least two senses.
She’s not quite a T.S. Eliot cat (any dots? No). But who needs her own poem or rock-opera song when she can be the newest Tabby’s Place Community Cat?