There are Christmas miracles: “yes! Home Depot had one last Chia Uncle Si in the back!” Then there are Christmas miracles: “Twilight is home.”
Mashed taters: eaten. Great uncles and aunties: kissed. November: accomplished.
Some weeks, the cats make us feel like so many Wile E. Coyotes. I don’t mean that we run off the edge of a cliff with our legs still running — although it can feel like that when the floor is freshly mopped and there are kittens underfoot. I mean that we can’t keep up […]
Some things come in waves. The ocean. Europop. Black-and-white cats.
What do the Tabby’s Place felines have to do with Willie Nelson? How could you compare our cats to the Partridge Family?