Human beings do not have five senses. We have many, many more — including proprioception. But just when we think we might be pretty amazing, cats remind us what sense and sensibility are all about.
It’s been a July to remember. We learned that Kanye West is a blowfish, not a shark. We saw a movie in which a raccoon did the talking for a man who’s a tree. And we rode a rocket of changes with a raft of cats.
August has left the building. This means it’s time to put away your hot summer fashions, like the classic black knee socks with cargo shorts and Birkenstocks (a look only recommended if you’re a male over age 85 and shaped like Grimace). It also means it’s time for our monthly recap.
Cat stories don’t always make sense. There’s nothing logical about driving 10+ hours round trip to adopt an ancient, blind, deaf cat you’ve only “met” online, especially when you already have three blind cats at home. There’s nothing logical about going from “homeless street urchin” to “travelworthy celebrity” in less than a year. But then, […]
There comes a time, in the life of every cat tree, when the time has come. The time…when time is up.
A fata morgana is a form of superior mirage, resembling a sparkly strip of light above the horizon. Old-timey folks thought maybe it was a fairy castle, or a Flying Dutchman.* A cata Morgana is a form of superior feline, resembling a muscle-bound Mario with two “dead” hind legs. Veterinary folks thought maybe he was […]
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.
It’s a long way from Tabby’s Place to the Garlic Capital of the World. And that’s sad. But, despite the 2,952 miles between us, the cats have a grade-A angel in Gilroy, CA.
He’s not green. He doesn’t do jigs. But if St. Patrick’s Day means anything at all, it means luck. On this luckiest of weekends, Levi‘s covered in four-leaf clovers.