It would take all the lexicons of all the known, unknown, and dead languages that ever were, are, or will be to describe the wonder that is Lynette, gourmand and kitty extraordinaire. Lynette is extra: extra sweet, extra chatty, extra silly, and very extra interested in food – all…of…the…food.
It is a great scandal, but not everyone is equally obsessed with every cat. Fortunately, every cat is flourescently obsessed with catself. And that is sufficient.
There is no question that life is complicated and challenging. There is no question that life is a roller coaster, and a very big, very curvy one with lots of loops and dives and climbs. There is no question that sometimes it feels as though one’s very heart has been left at the top of […]
You’ve heard their names before. They are sung from the rooftops. They are shouted at all the stadiums, including the Colosseum. Their names ring like bells chiming from all the cathedrals in all the world all at once. One of the Lords of the Lounge is the ultimate love bug of Tabby’s Place, and his […]
Once upon a time, in the not-so-very long ago, a reasonably young couple moved to a convenient, in-between-where-they-needed-to-be-separately-during-the-day place. This first shared residence was a very small, very rented, very temporary townhouse that was made complete by the addition of a tortie 15-week-old and a tuxedo 2-year-old of the feline species.
Once upon a yesteryear, the household I grew up in consisted of my parents, my siblings, myself, my grandmother, assorted pets (dogs, cats, fish, a woolly bear caterpillar [okay, that didn’t last long, but it was a good lesson in accepting change]), and assorted temporary cohabiters (my dad’s army buddy, my uncle, my uncle’s fiance, […]
I once believed in straight roads and straight lines and straightforward stories. Then I realized I want friends and love and life in my life.
We’re all freshmen here. Anyone who tells you otherwise needs a bigger hug than most.
Take it from this fanilow, Barry Manilow’s oeuvre is just like cats (no, not the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical; the actual furbies). Each song is the favorite, and each song is the best.
We are not in control.* We are not as powerful as cats. But we are not entirely helpless.