The wisdom of the wee
When words are few and hearts raw, God provides. This week, provision came in the form of letters from little people.
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When words are few and hearts raw, God provides. This week, provision came in the form of letters from little people.
Good things often come back. Cyndi Lauper. Neon. Princess phones. Bedazzlers. But sometimes, good things come back when they should have stayed right where they were. Boy Bands: in the 90s. Lunch: in your stomach. Cats: in their adoptive homes.
If Tabby’s Place is a sovereign nation, the cat suites are more like independent republics than states. There is no Congress at Tabby’s Place. We are bereft of representative feline government. Suite B cats stay within the bounds of Suite B, and Suite A cats patrol the borders of Suite A, and never the twain […]
Ever have a morning when the clock radio wakes you up to MacArthur Park,* the toast is burnt, and you haven’t done laundry in so long you have to wear the emergency backup underwear? Cats don’t. Patrick most assuredly doesn’t.