Mud-slingers
Now this is just ridiculous. People seeking the highest office in the land may call each other losers and liars, but even they have the good sense not to excrete upon their opponents. Cats have no such decorum.
Now this is just ridiculous. People seeking the highest office in the land may call each other losers and liars, but even they have the good sense not to excrete upon their opponents. Cats have no such decorum.
I’m sure this occurs to you all the time. In fact, it’s so obvious, it barely merits mention: Cats have a lot in common with the people of the Trobriand Islands.
There is so much news exploding at Tabby’s Place today, you’d think it was the Fourth of July. It isn’t. It’s better.
I thought I knew about the blues. I thought I wasn’t wild about the blues. Now I think I was a dunderhead.
Fire up those neurons, because I’m about to say something profound: Everyone is different.
How much can change in a group of friends before the bonds start to break down? How much can each member of a group grow before they begin to grow apart? These are the questions that tax sitcoms, soap operas, and residents of Suite A.
In observance of President’s Day week, this post shall honor the cat who most echoes the statesmanship and service befitting the highest office in the land. By which, of course, I mean the cat who looks the most like Martin Van Buren.
We don’t believe in black magic at Tabby’s Place. Black-and-white magic, on the other hand, is alive and well.
Recently, People magazine ran the cover headline, It’s all about Pippa! A certain cat had three choice words in response to this: “About. Flippin’. Time.”