Any one day has a way of being something different for all beings. For cats, such days can be wrapped in delicately smoked trout on crunchy crackers, or they can be whipped into a frenzy of furtive, furry activity.
I would like to kiss the New Year, but I can’t reach that high. I would like to glimpse what’s next, but I can’t open my eyes that wide. So I will simply sit here, on the floor, with the cats, telling stories.
With apologies to reindeer and polar bears, cats are the ultimate holiday animals. This is only incidentally due to their skill in conquering Christmas trees.
There are no guarantees in this world. For example, there is no guarantee that one of our cherished (ALL OF YOU!) readers won’t win a Nobel Prize in 3 years from now for something accomplished 12 years ago. There is no guarantee that Antin’s fancy new duds, intended to protect his knees, will stay in […]
Working at Tabby’s Place, your heart is a jingle ball. Your friends will get adopted, and you’ll be slammed into the baseboards, ringing “oh no! Oh yes!” Your friends will pass away, and you’ll splinter into shards, wondering if you can ever sing again. Your friends will become your best friends, and you’ll be grateful […]
It’s June, my little jitterbugs. It’s the happiest (handclap) clappiest (handclap) time of the year. Beach time. Pool time. Free-to-be-a-fool time. (Mark your calendars.) Are you singing? Why aren’t you singing? Sing to me, my angels of music. Better yet, swing this junebug into the nearest parking lot and tell me the truth, the way […]
In the chill of winter, it is especially lovely to adorn one’s mantle – or table or hair – with fresh flowers (HUZZAH for hydroponic green houses!). But, with cats around the house, it can be tricky business to beautify with bouquets. Cats are the key reason that fresh flowers are rarely found at Tabby’s […]
You may think of yourself as an old pair of shoes. You can still be surprised by an old pair of shoes.
Kozmo Rosenberg is a dynamo. I know because I’m a dynamo too, or so I’ve been told. The thing about dynamos – the figurative kind – is that they are super energetic and seem to never stop moving. Anyone who knows Kozmo knows this to be completely and 100% totally true.
If you’ve survived long enough to read this sentence, then you, my dear, are a storyteller. And if you’ve survived elegantly, you know when to share your pen with the nearest cat.