Gratuitous cat photo of the day: The soul felt its worth
There are Christmas songs, and then there are Christmas songs.* “O Holy Night” is one of the latter. O Holy Tabby’s Place, quite conveniently, is singing that song full strength this year.
Super egos
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.
Happiest campers
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 […]
Good things come in fours
The Pink Moon is coming. The crocuses are about to break winter’s chains. And I have exciting news for you, in quadruplicate.
Sam ease
Sharing a name with someone doesn’t necessarily mean much. Just picture a BFF coffee-date between Williams: Willie Nelson, William F. Buckley and Will.I.Am. Try Anthonys Hopkins and Weiner. Or maybe Richards like Dick Cheney and Ricky Martin, or Roberts like Bob Marley and Bob Saget (extra bonus if they invited Bob Dylan). Sometimes a name […]
Gratuitous cat photos of the day: heatwave edition
When New Jersey feels hotter than Death Valley, it’s best to let the cats handle the blog.
The A team
How much can change in a group of friends before the bonds start to break down? How much can each member of a group grow before they begin to grow apart? These are the questions that tax sitcoms, soap operas, and residents of Suite A.
Rhapsody in Bleu
There’s ample room for many voices at Tabby’s Place. Loud ones. Proud ones. Tenors. Talkers. And even the ones whose songs surprise us.
Everything you hear
You may have heard it said, “believe half the things you see, and none of the things you hear.” But I say unto you: go ahead and believe all the things you hear in Suite A.
Sam wise
In observance of President’s Day week, this post shall honor the cat who most echoes the statesmanship and service befitting the highest office in the land. By which, of course, I mean the cat who looks the most like Martin Van Buren.