Cats pick up language more quickly than we do. The average kitten can understand metaphor, allegory, and knock-knock jokes in English, Swahili, and Klingon before they are even the size of a granola bar. But among all fluent felines and tabby translators, there is a rare prodigy. Behold Odessa, the neon communicator.
Nobody makes it out of kittenhood without disappointment. By the time your tail gets long enough to curl, you learn: life is not all pinwheels and squeeze-cheese. There are days in spring as cold as deep December. And there will always be some people who think you are “just a cat.” But then, there are […]
Cats regularly (and somewhat irregularly) arrive at the former cornfield that has blossomed into Tabby’s Place.
Dear Honored Guests, This is the day when we give thanks. If we knew the glory of being alive, we would give thanks every day. But unlike you, we are only human, so today is one day we remember to remember.
At Tabby’s Place, it is no rare thing to hear words such as “slain” and “flattened” upon someone meeting a new resident. Maybe it’s just me saying such things, but it’s a regular occurrence when magical beings like Odessa fill the suites.
Things That Do Not Exist, an incomplete list: Coincidences; hopeless cats; legitimate uses of fat-free mayonnaise. If you are unsure about that first item, just ask a few cats. Preferably the “hopeless” ones.