When you are “hopeless,” you are not perceived as powerful. When you are “helpless,” you are not expected to achieve much. But the weak have a strength that the mighty know nothing about. And I am here to tell you about the glorious things done by Chance.
It is a glorious thing to be a cheesy guy. You crack jokes that don’t hurt anyone’s feelings. You get tearful when you hear “The Rainbow Connection,” especially the Willie Nelson version. (Cheesy guys love Willie Nelson.) You’re so warm, you never worry about being “cool.” But this summer, one cheesy guy’s hope was melting […]
There are a few things in which I refuse to believe: grocery store tomatoes, the existence of “bad” cats, settings in which it is inappropriate to wear a scrunchie, and coincidences. But, if you’re on the fence about that last item, let me put up my hair, call Obi, and see what we can do.
When is a birthday more “miracle” than milestone? When the odds were against it … but the oddballs of love rolled up their sleeves.
From space, the Earth looks like a helpless blue dot, dangling in the dark. To the naked eye, Blue looks like one shelter cat, interchangeable with any other. But if you come close, you will see life itself.
If ever a cat deserved a trip to a fabulous diner, it would be Graham. Pile his plate with eggs sunny-side-up. He’s had enough scrambling for a lifetime. Curl the bacon into a smile, for he escaped death’s frown. Stack the pancakes as high as heaven. They make a fine loveseat for butter. Better yet, […]
Tommy heard you were worried about him. Tommy heard you felt sorry for him. Tommy wants you to know something. Tommy doesn’t need that.
The whole year has led to today. It’s here, dear ones: the Linda Fund Matching Challenge. This is the cats’ moment. This is your moment. This was almost not Dahlia‘s moment.
It’s all so simple. Elementary, really. Just death itself, defeated by love. Just Farley, fully alive.