Now is not the winter of our discontent. Now is not yet the triumphal procession towards spring. Now is the holy roll of ordinary time at Tabby’s Place.
Cats are unconcerned with metrics. Development directors and other dorklike individuals go googly over stats like “length of stay” and “kitten-to-adult adoption ratio.” Cats and other awesomelike individuals are not so concerned.
Some sentences that are categorically false at all times: “That kitten is not cute.” “That episode of Family Guy was important to my spiritual growth.” “That cat absolutely loves major changes.” Well…maybe not all times.
We can’t solve all the mysteries of the world on this blog. At least not today. Is Sasquatch real? How about the Yowie Man? Why aren’t we awesome enough to call Sasquatch “the Yowie Man” like our Aussie friends do? I’m afraid I don’t know. But today, we’ll beat the Weekly World News to one […]
Sound the alarm: Violet has displayed symptoms of ringworm. Yes, that Violet. Yes, that fungus.
We humans are a fragile bunch. A day that starts in sunshine can take a sinister swerve for something as small as That Look from the boss, or a shirt that makes you look all muffin-toppy, or a replay of the MTV VMAs on the morning news. Cats have no such vulnerabilities.
Suite B is approximately 8 feet from Suite C. If you are a human, this means 1.3 Jimmy Fallons laid end-to-end. If you are a cat, this means the distance from New Jersey to Paris Zanzibar The Andromeda Galaxy.
We thought she could do it. We sincerely believed Natalie could play nice even without Prozac. We were a bunch of dunderheads.*
“Everything in moderation…including moderation.” “Sometimes too much of a good thing is wonderful.” These are philosophies worth espousing.
They tell me it’s been a “mild” winter. They tell me the globe is warming. They tell me a lot of things. I tell them: bollocks.