Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: The Belly Boys
Cats defy logic. Cats also defy reason. That is probably why a few cats at Tabby’s Place insist on breaking the rules about the non-touchability of bellies. These are the few, the proud, The Belly Boys.
Cats defy logic. Cats also defy reason. That is probably why a few cats at Tabby’s Place insist on breaking the rules about the non-touchability of bellies. These are the few, the proud, The Belly Boys.
If you didn’t know better, you might think Winona is a frothy confection. You might see a wispy twist of custard, straightforward as a single scoop. You might. Until you know Winona.
The Pops, Grandpops, and miscellaneous Poppas and Pappys have been celebrated. The mortarboards have been thrown. The Strawberry Moon has set. June 2024 has been juiced to the last drop. The Tabby’s Place cats hereby welcome you to the Best Summer Ever.
Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.
So here we stand, at the end and the beginning. Cats know that there are only ever beginnings. Cats know many things beyond our reach. But they are gentle, and permit us to believe in figments — endings, the concept of “age appropriate,” the existence of credible vegan cheese — as long as necessary. Perhaps […]
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
In one of the greatest books of all time, one of the greatest characters of all time said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” That makes two of us, Anne Shirley. After all, Octobers include cats.
It’s been a July to remember. We learned that Kanye West is a blowfish, not a shark. We saw a movie in which a raccoon did the talking for a man who’s a tree. And we rode a rocket of changes with a raft of cats.