The klaxons are ringing! The earth is shaking! Tremble in your seats! Grab hold of your loved ones! Throw your movie-theater popcorn into the air with a shriek! It’s almost too awful to share. I hesitate to whisper. They’ll hear. They’re all ears!
When my beloved snow angel cat died, I grasped at plush through the fog. Specifically, I found myself bringing home a very large stuffed lion from the grocery store. Like my Pippa, it would sleep in my arms and catch my tears in its fur. Like my Pippa, it would be approximately six pounds of […]
Sometimes, my brain goes on meandering side trips with, neither particular reason (sound or otherwise), nor rhyme (iambic pentameter or otherwise). Some vague thing will twinkle off at the edges of literal or figurative sight, and there I go…chasing butterflies, bumbleflies, flutterbys, dragonflies, and dragons, once again and all at once.
I have many special memories of Tabby’s Place’s staff veterinarian, the eminent Dr. C. My favorite: performing a lunchtime duet of “Rock Me Amadeus” for a righteous purpose. Some of our younger staff members couldn’t quite believe us that such a song existed. Now they know better. They are also slightly and appropriately frightened. My […]
…you just need simple goodness. I’m talking ripe strawberries. Turquoise skies. Your favorite, achingly soft T-shirt. The news that Bill and Ted are back and more excellent than ever.
I sure hope you didn’t reckon on fishin’ this weekend. Sure, it’s flounder season and all. But the weather is wet and woolly, with wee ones more wondrous than all the ocean.
Kittens are kittens, until they are not. It’s for hard-hitting facts like this that you turn to Felis Catus.
I had a regular blog post queued up for today, I did. It was stupid and normal and made jokes about Swamp People and vegan cheese and cat flatulence.* But in light of the week our world is having, stupid and normal and flatulent went out the window.
Lord have mercy. Those words have escaped my lips more times than I can count this week, and not in the “Uncle Jesse from Full House” sense.
Do you hear that sound? No, it’s not the Horn of Gondor. No, it’s not your mother calling you to dinner. No, it’s not Santa. It’s KITTENS.