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.
Consetta arrived quite naked. So did you. Me too. But only one of us is unafraid of the whole business.
Life is complicated. Truth is complicated. Looking for simplicity in a sea of tangled webs (how d’ya like that mixed metaphor?) would be futile and most probably frustrating.
Hey, you. Who do you think you are?
Day 43, and I finally gave in… …to my spouse’s requests, fidgetiness, a touch of boredom… …and baked my first COVID-cake.
Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. We have a choice in how we’ll be changed.
What can we learn about cats and life and souls from Development software? As it turns out, a lot.
I fear I may have spoken too soon. The calmness of Kashi has been overstated.
Every day is a party at Tabby’s Place. There are shenanigans. There is tomfoolery. There’s enough Party Mix to make a trail to Neptune and back. But one day still stands apart.
A Tabby’s Place year has ended. A Tabby’s Place year has begun.