There is something artificial about setting aside one particular day to remember. Artificial, yes. But also merciful.
I very nearly titled this post, “Cat knows not her time.” On second thought, however, perhaps she does.
Fire up those neurons, because I’m about to say something profound: Everyone is different.
We humans are a fragile bunch. A day that starts in sunshine can take a sinister swerve for something as small as That Look from the boss, or a shirt that makes you look all muffin-toppy, or a replay of the MTV VMAs on the morning news. Cats have no such vulnerabilities.
Maybe you’ve done things you aren’t proud of. Maybe you habitually use more paper towels than required for the task at hand. Maybe you spent all four years of high school pushing the sousaphone players around. Maybe you write nasty anonymous letters to Donald Trump. It’s okay. You are hereby liberated from the tyranny of […]
Cats, being thoroughly magical on their own merits, have no need of accessories like fairy dust or pixies or wands or wings. But if they had time for such things, Tinkerbell would be singing and swinging and making merry to the tuneful stylings of Jiminy Cricket right about now. When you wish upon a star, […]
You won’t make it long in this world if you don’t have friends. There’s no Words With Yourself. Joe Cocker didn’t get by with a little help from his self. Anne of Green Gables wasn’t searching for a bosom self. You gotta have friends. Fortunately, the Tabby’s Place cats have you covered.
Apparently the country’s in the very best of hands. They tell me that our debt problems are in the care of a supercommittee. As best I can tell, any committee worthy of being called super must be made up of cats.
I hope you’re sitting down, because I’m about to make a shocking statement. Not everyone is nice…and not every cat is nice. Life, for that matter, is not all hee-hee/haa-haa. (Or, for that matter, Ha Ha Hee Hee. But I digress)