Saints, souls and shmoldies
If you hang around Tabby’s Place for any length of time, you will unavoidably encounter the word “shmoldie.” Repeatedly. Inescapably. Inexplicably.
Epilogues: August 2019
All together now: auhhhhhhhtummmmm. It’s deeper than “ah.” It’s better than “om.” And we can see it shining in the not-too-distant distance. If ever we needed the sepia-toned glow of fall, it’s now.
Gratuitous cat photos of the day: A thrill of hope
OK, kittens, we’re in it. The heart of the thick of the midst of the “most wonderful time of the year.” Are you feeling it?
Epilogues: October 2015
This can be a funny time of year. Not funny-ha-ha; funny like Election Day, or hemorrhoids, or ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.