Marmalade laureate
Don’t call it a misspelling. It’s a poet’s prerogative to play with language like a Slinky.
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Don’t call it a misspelling. It’s a poet’s prerogative to play with language like a Slinky.
Fact: the cats most likely to get FIV are unneutered, rambling, gambling males. Fact: most residents of Suite FIV at Tabby’s Place are now-neutered, reformed rambling, gambling males.
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
Well, do you? It is not Feliz Navidad. It is not an ad for footie pajamas. It is…
You and I have gotten to know each other rather well in this space, kittens. As a result, I know one of your greatest longings this holiday season.
Some Marthas make stenciled toilet-paper holders. Some Marthas make friends in prison. And some Marthas make the journey from death’s door to loud, proud life.
Not all fruit can be low-hanging. Nor should it be. We all love the lazy-easy peaches that droop as pendulous as planets, heavy with sweetness and easy to pluck. But sometimes that tree is well worth the climb for the treasure in the leaves. I am, of course, talking about cats.
When New Jersey feels hotter than Death Valley, it’s best to let the cats handle the blog.
When words are few and hearts raw, God provides. This week, provision came in the form of letters from little people.
The following events take place between 10:30 am Saturday and 1:30 pm Tuesday. Consider this the Tabby’s Place version of an episode of 24…except, instead of Kiefer Sutherland and civilization-threatening threats, it’s 100 cats and a really epic power outage.