Other kittens
You know how the weather announcer predicts tomorrow will be partly cloudy, but then tomorrow decides to be partly sunny? This is nothing like that. This is also exactly like that. We have an updated forecast for Sunday, May 18th.
You know how the weather announcer predicts tomorrow will be partly cloudy, but then tomorrow decides to be partly sunny? This is nothing like that. This is also exactly like that. We have an updated forecast for Sunday, May 18th.
Note: The following post was written before Sweetie’s rapid decline and passing. But since his memory is a blessing, every word remains true. XO, AT The question sounds reasonable. “Did you know you were going to end up with a Sweetie and a Sweet Pea in the same suite?” The answer to the question is […]
In attempting to socialize with undersocialized cats who prefer to not socialize with humans, one finds oneself socializing with sociable cats who are willing to demonstrate the assets of sociability to their less sociable suitemates.
Who is this swaggering stranger introducing itself as 2025? What did it do with 2024, or 1981 for that matter? Do cats follow any calendar, other than the primordial cycle of giblets and nuggets? And most importantly: how does Theodosia, age one hundred nine, remain untouched by years?
Editor’s note: treasured volunteer Tara was “supposed to” share Sweet Pea’s stories for a good, long time. Sweetness was supposed to linger. But when things don’t go to plan, love still sings its song. Thanks to Tara for writing this all-too-soon tribute.
April, sweet April, T.S. Eliot had you all wrong. You’re not the cruellest month. You’re not trying to show us fear in a handful of dust.
It’s my pleasure to introduce you to a new voice on the blog, terrific volunteer Tara. (As mama to Tabby’s Place alumnae Peggy and Dottie, nee Wawa and Kiosk, “terrific” comes with the territory.) It’s my even greater pleasure to introduce you to a face you’ll never forget, Sweet Pea. Take it away, dear ladies…
For a short month, February makes a lot of noise. But then, February does hang out with Bear.
Kittens, this is a special day. It’s March. It’s the feast day of St. Albinus. But, most pertinent to the cats and you and me, it’s Ash Wednesday…and Meteorological Spring.
Oh December. Just when we’re ready to write you off as a dastardly doer of dastardly deeds, you give us a thrill of hope, and some out-of-season kittens.