Making eyes
By request of Oliver, we need to bring back an old-timey expression. Oliver is not just flirting with you. Oliver is not just gazing at you as though you are the universe’s greatest achievement. Oliver is making eyes at you.
By request of Oliver, we need to bring back an old-timey expression. Oliver is not just flirting with you. Oliver is not just gazing at you as though you are the universe’s greatest achievement. Oliver is making eyes at you.
Cats, you’re supposed to be better than this. More precisely, you’re supposed to be better than us.
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who like to give their cats traditional people-names and those who choose to not do that.
Early spring is a wriggly thing. It is like a fat neon caterpillar with no symptoms of “butterfly.” It is like the brassy sun that tries too hard and turns into a freeze warning by dusk. It has one paw in the garden of “already,” and one ankle-deep in the slush of “not yet.” In […]
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]
Oh, kittens! If ever we needed cats, it’s now. We are in Olympics withdrawal. Target is trying to boondoggle us into believing we are behind on holiday shopping. And no matter where we hide, it is still an election year.
Oliver! is an orange and white swirl of cream and sherbet. He needs…nay, demands…to be celebrated with a musical all of his own. Yes, his name should be punctuated with an exclamation point.
Reality TV is overrated. Too many people, not enough cats. That’s where Tabby’s Place comes in.
The Pops, Grandpops, and miscellaneous Poppas and Pappys have been celebrated. The mortarboards have been thrown. The Strawberry Moon has set. June 2024 has been juiced to the last drop. The Tabby’s Place cats hereby welcome you to the Best Summer Ever.
You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.