Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Sweet and Salty
There is something about cats that lend them to food-rich comparisons.
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There is something about cats that lend them to food-rich comparisons.
World leaders, policymakers, miscellaneous ice cream persons and yak herders, may we have your attention? We realize you are occupied with a world of grief and war. The sorrows seem intractable. Love limps along. But today, on International Women’s Day, we would like to submit our answer to the planet’s problems. Put a woman in […]
Halloween has its charms, but the cats are really amped about November. This is not because they have 364 days until the next time we dress them up as pumpkins and aliens. It’s because November 1st is All Saints Day, and cats are all saints, all the time.
Reality TV is overrated. Too many people, not enough cats. That’s where Tabby’s Place comes in.
High self-monitoring is a strategy for humans negotiating social interactions. It is not a cat thing, especially not for Tabby’s Place cats who wear the orange collars that are basically caution signs.
Spring is eleven days old. Spring folds winter in its apron, like warm bread for later. Spring bears more than a passing resemblance to Tabby’s Place.
There are orange collared cats, and then there are orange frosted cats. There are final warnings, and then there are new beginnings.
We prefer to compare ourselves to unicorns and poetry, or at least something as honorable as string cheese. But if we’re being honest, we are the living embodiment of bowling alley bumpers. We should add this to our résumés proudly.
Cats make lousy coworkers. From friends who report SHENANIGANS while trying to work from home to my own cats (one of them, at the least, is NOT management material) to trying to get some sanctuary business done in a borrowed office at Tabby’s Place, the proof is unquestionable. Even with practice provided by increasing time […]