If you’re looking for a lucky number, 1706 is available. It’s a goodie, too. Benjamin Franklin was born in 1706. Some fun-lovin’ folks signed the Treaty of Altranstädt in 1706. And at Tabby’s Place, cat number 1,706 is Marcia. We want you to adopt Marcia. We want you to break our hearts.
There is a force that keeps love in orbit. There is a green that can’t be seen. There is a cat named Baby Yoda in Jonathan’s office.
Any one day has a way of being something different for all beings. For cats, such days can be wrapped in delicately smoked trout on crunchy crackers, or they can be whipped into a frenzy of furtive, furry activity.
You were once named for stockings, but your gifts were too big to stuff. You were once known for syrup, but your strength has a side of salt.
In my head, the song Let It Be by The Beatles is subtitled Paul’s Mom, or All the Moms. It is – or should be – the role of moms to speak words of wisdom to their offspring, in their own language or by example. This applies to all species, including the mama squirrel I […]
O! You wondrous creatures, you radiant Tabby’s Place residents! You are equally at home in winter and spring, dropping long-tailed poetry like petals across the month that makes seasons kiss. You Marched through our days as children of the Tabby’s Place promise, blossoms beloved simply because you are ours. You made us yours. And to […]
Continued from yesterday… Seasons are inexorable, and a multi-pack of autumns and springs conspired to carry Marcia back to Tabby’s Place. This time, she had been slapped with the unsavory Post-Its reading “history of inappropriate elimination” and “caution: aggressive.” This time, she was not small. But she was not about to let that convince her […]
Did you know that, in terms of taxonomy, every amiable, shaggy individual on Sesame Street is a member of the genus “monster?” Marcia has never lost sight of this fact, and she meditates on it. Daily.
Having spent a significant portion of my formative years in the 1980s, a lot of my pop culture references are considerably dated. Most are still more or less apropos of any given situation.
It is so very good that the universe is so very unfair to us. Perhaps I should let all six-year-olds and cats leave the room before I continue.