Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Pouring it On
June 27, 2026 was no ordinary Saturday at Tabby’s Place (not that any Saturday is ordinary at Tabby’s Place). But, LO!, this was the date of the annual kitten shower. And, hooo boy, it was a downpurr downpour.
Cleanup in Suite C
If you need a reminder that you are not in control, report to the Kitten Room. If you need to experience a petite individual scrambling up the length of your body unhindered by gravity, report to the Kitten Room. If you need to know that everything is going to be OK, report to the Kitten […]
The harvest
“The harvest has begun.” Jonathan has said this before. Jonathan will say it again. Each time, he sounds as amazed as if it were the first time.
Elected for life
The United States is approaching a Presidential election. We are, and are not, going to talk about that on this blog.
So small
There are fragile kittens. There are sturdy kittens. There is no way to tell the difference. In the end, there is no difference.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Balance Sheets
Life is all about balance: work-life balance; maintaining one’s physical balance; having a positive balance in the bank; the balance of bilateral symmetry (overrated, but generally consisting of the likes of two arms and two legs; four legs; two eyes; okay, one nose, but with two nostrils; no idea how many gills, but on both […]
Guest post: A harsh truth
If there is anything that most folks can agree on – even folks who disagree on almost anything else – it’s that kittens are CUTE. So wildly cute that a grown adult can be reduced to a child-like state at the very sight of a pokey-tailed little kitten, or giggle over a baby ginger knowing […]
Kitty’s Cosmos: Murder Kittens
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!
Unstuffed
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 […]
Guest post: Kittens and catterflies
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.