“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.
Here comes the holiday season, the time when we all feel a little festive and a little fragile. The truth is, we are more and less fragile than we think. But when music is mortar and cats are skylights, we are more earthquake-proof than we fear.
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.
On this blog, we regularly discuss ways in which we aspire to be more like the cats. They are our swamis, our sherpas, our saints and our scholars. Except when they most decidedly are not.
Wherever we turn, there are doorways that we can see through as we pass through, much like the magnificent blue door staff and volunteers use to enter Tabby’s Place. Then there are portals. Whether they are wormholes that link the farthest reaches of the universe to each other or tunnels that link New York to […]
Curiosity may, in fact, save the cat. And I do not necessarily mean the feline.