Limbo low
The bar is low. You might say it’s somewhere in the ballpark of 9″ high.
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Epilogues: March 2023
O! You wondrous creatures, you radiant Tabby’s Place residents! You are equally at home in winter and spring, dropping long-tailed poetry like petals across the month that makes seasons kiss. You Marched through our days as children of the Tabby’s Place promise, blossoms beloved simply because you are ours. You made us yours. And to […]
Room for all
What are we doing here? Perhaps that’s an awfully vast question for a little cat blog. Perhaps that’s the only question for a little cat blog. Perhaps that’s the only question, full stop.
Forever loved: Roxy
When you are a tortoiseshell of vast dignity, you are entitled to your secrets. Roxy gave me permission to tell you one: she loved Neil Young.
Lunar power
We are not the power. Love is the power. But oh, our light-force! when we turn our faces in its direction.
Mullet’s finds
You never know what you might find at a place called The Golden Nugget. But a certain golden Mullet can assure you: you will find more than you expect.
The colors of Melee
What if you just can’t do it? What if you just can’t ruin your life? Take it from Melee: cats would never even think in these terms.
Forever loved: Cheerio and Captain Crunch
On a cold spring day, we are the world’s vagabonds. We huddle together on the sharp corner of hope. Our begging bowls are empty, and our eyes are full of tears. We’ve lost two kittens.
Baffling breakfast
There is so much we can’t understand. The strange communion between cats and sinks. The way fear can birth meanness or mercy. The existence of free will. The existence of “Is It Cake?” a program in which persons slice questionable items to determine the presence of pastry. Ourselves. Each other. Cats.