O’Shaggy
It’s St. Patrick’s Day, which means one thing. It is time to celebrate Shaggy.
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In 2022, Shaggy landed at Tabby’s Place along with his brother, Juel. The whole world shifted and did a double-take.
It is bewildering to be a child. Sometimes, it feels like the big people are playing with you. They say your elbow is a “funny bone.” They always seem to say this after you hit it on the door jamb. Then, on Thanksgiving, they tell you to play tug-o-war with your grandma over something called […]
Today is the day. The world is waiting, breathless, to see what we will decide. We may not know the outcome by the time we go to sleep. Only history can tell if we chose wisely. History, and Olive.
You hear your anthem. Snoop Dogg is cheering your name. The whole world is your Number One Fan. One of two things is happening. Either you just won a gold medal in the Olympic Games… …or you are a Tabby’s Place cat on an unremarkable Thursday.
“Raisin does not like Rosalind.” “One of the kittens pooped in the sink.” “I have found my vocation; my vocation is love.”
Many kindly creatures will wish you Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Peace on Earth, and/or Happy Honda Days this month. But only the awakened will shout that most feline December greeting: “Zeitgebers!”
The worst days and the best days are often one and the same, as Charles Dickens knew well. The day that Nemo and I found a different way to spend time together was exactly that. One gazillion percent.
Tabby’s Place has yet to welcome a cat from Ireland. Lebanon? Legions. Oman, oh yes. Okinawa, you got it. Turkey? Only the perkiest. But not even our Dublin Dudes were actual emissaries from the Emerald Isle.
You may think of yourself as an old pair of shoes. You can still be surprised by an old pair of shoes.