Becoming Sage
You can find bushels of of advice on growing wise. But there is really only one way to be Sage.
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You can find bushels of of advice on growing wise. But there is really only one way to be Sage.
You don’t need me to remind you how hard it is to be a person. Especially in winter. Especially this winter. Being a person is excruciating. Being a person is exquisite. But being a Tabby’s Place person means never having to face anything alone. And being a Tabby’s Place cat means taking care of the people who […]
Whereas: January has ended. Whereas: February is a mini-month, even when it leaps. Resolved: Winter is on the run.
March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.
For a short month, February makes a lot of noise. But then, February does hang out with Bear.
We’re in the stubborn, righteous business of good news around here. Fortunately, we have abundant help from cats and their writerly women and men.
If you’re T.S. Eliot, the naming of cats is a difficult matter. If you’re the Tabby’s Place staff, the naming of cats is an occasion for absurdity and awesomeness.
Some weeks, the cats make us feel like so many Wile E. Coyotes. I don’t mean that we run off the edge of a cliff with our legs still running — although it can feel like that when the floor is freshly mopped and there are kittens underfoot. I mean that we can’t keep up […]
Warning: deep thoughts ahead. If you smell something burning, consider yourself warned. I’d venture to say that much of the pain in the world is caused by exclusion. The human world, that is.