Rest from their labors
For the fruits of your labors, the Tabby’s Place cats thank you. You donate. You share our stories. You pray. You love. You labor your legwarmers off…and your labors do not go unnoticed.
For the fruits of your labors, the Tabby’s Place cats thank you. You donate. You share our stories. You pray. You love. You labor your legwarmers off…and your labors do not go unnoticed.
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
I confess befuddlement before the cult of celebrity. I have never been one to dream of catching a wispy glimpse of someone known to many someones. This is as true of famous humans* as it is of famous cats.
I do not know if pop stars claim to write their own songs. I do know, with serene confidence, that they do not write their own songs. If they tell you otherwise, they speak with forked tongue.
Well, do you? It is not Feliz Navidad. It is not an ad for footie pajamas. It is…
Some sentences that are categorically false at all times: “That kitten is not cute.” “That episode of Family Guy was important to my spiritual growth.” “That cat absolutely loves major changes.” Well…maybe not all times.
If you were a certain age and a certain level of dorkiness in the early ’90s, you wished with all your socially-awkward soul that you could join the crew at Camp Anawanna. The cats cannot make that dream come true for you. They can, however, give you a camp experience worth saluting. They can…and they […]
I don’t know if this is legal, but you can force things to bloom. This is true of all sorts of things: forsythia. Hydrangeas. Frozen humanity.
The cats would like you to know they sincerely believe in you, and they believe 2014 is going to be Your Year. You’re finally going to finish The Brothers Karamazov. You’re going to beat level 103 of Candy Crush. You’re going to find out what the fox says. But first, there’s the small matter of […]