I used to wonder why we always offer a “moment of silence” in the wake of tragedy. Why silence, when sound and fury seem like something more solid to offer? Why silence, when the inner impulse is increased intensity?
Hymns and psalms and chorales and chants are all different kinds of songs. All are music to the ears, and at Tabby’s Place, those are just the beginning.
I want you to yawn into this new day with tingling expectation. I want you to be confident that today is both the first and the best day of your life. I want you to be a Community Cat.
There are times when breathing isn’t particularly easy. The world can take one’s breath away through the beauty of a vista, the thrill of an achievement, or the fear of what may come. Sometimes we can’t breathe for laughing. Those are the best times.
There’s a reason we can’t see 10 years or 10 weeks or 10 minutes into the future. There’s a reason we can’t extend our legs 50 feet, all telescopic and stretchy, to “make time.” But we’re unreasonable beasts who still think we can get ahead of ourselves.
Thanks to some very special volunteers — one who particularly entertains us with photos, commentary, and “competitions” — we are often reminded of the grand delights to be found in something as simple as a stroll outdoors. Except…
I hope, even in the midst of All These Things, you’re still able to get your Friday on. I wish you feisty joy. I wish you rebellious love. I wish you the Friday frippery of cats and children and saints and sages.
New Jersey is at Level Two. Pennsylvania is sliding from Yellow to Green. The world around us is going from Closed to Curbside.
We’ve done it, kittens. We’ve danced right off the edge of a decade.
Every cat deserves attention. Every cat deserves to be marveled at. But very few cats cause every single observer to exclaim, “Oh, my!”