Glitter covereth over a multitude of sins
Tabby’s Place maintains a variety of “behavior logs.” If you are a cat, these are not the place you want to be. No, that’s not right. If you are a cat, these are exactly where you aspire to be.
Guest post: A little cat music
Hymns and psalms and chorales and chants are all different kinds of songs. All are music to the ears, and at Tabby’s Place, those are just the beginning.
Guest post: Cat-roma therapy
There are some wicked awesome things in this world. With Valentine’s Day recently passed, my house is stocked with quality candy at sensationally discounted prices (just wait until the day after Easter).
Hardy Gras
Fat Tuesday is feeling a little gaunt this year. New Orleans itself has replaced Mardi Gras with something called Yardi Gras, which is well intentioned but sounds like a gimmick for selling patio furniture.
Guest post: Sunshine
When streams of light reach through clouds in just the right way, it’s like some glorious hand is reaching down from heaven to touch us. It is so beautiful, so ethereal some call it “the fingers of god.” I’ve also learned others call it “Jacob’s Ladder” (which I always thought was a children’s game played […]
Guest post: Thanks!
With so much going topsy turvy, and every day filled with queasy wonder about what will come next, it’s easy to forget about how much we have to be thankful for. Exhibit A: If you’re reading this blog, you either see things for yourself, or you have someone or a nifty technology to help. These […]
Guest post: Imitating art
There’s a new show called “Connecting.” It’s about friends that are a family, who visit virtually in a variety of ways, and it’s set during now, or at least the extremely recent past. The pandemic, social distancing, excessive togetherness, and extreme aloneness are all addressed. So is online shopping.
Guest post: BOO!!
Did I scare ya? Please say yes, even if you’re just humoring me. It would really mean a lot.
Y’all need to stop
OK, kittens. I’m afraid I have to be the heavy today. Brace yourselves; they don’t call me Angela The Enforcer for nothing.