Fridae/i Alumnae/i
You come to this corner of the internet of your own volition. We don’t take that for granted. You put up with the ramblings of the insane. You laugh and cry with us. But really, you come for cat photos.
King Louie I
We want so badly to believe that we are The One. They don’t make movies with names like The Power Of The Many. But maybe they should.
Well Oiled
So you look like a BoyBucca. So you’re the right age for a boy band. What are you gonna do with all this awesomeness?
Metazoan mysteries
It was a stinktacular Saturday at Tabby’s Place. The septic pump failed. All laundry and toilet-time activities were shut down. And to top it off, we were in very real danger of creating fake news.
Epilogues: September 2017
Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
From Turkey to Jersey: Absolutely Anka
It is 5,059 miles from Istanbul, Turkey to Ringoes, New Jersey. For astonishing Anka, it wasn’t an inch too far.
Alumble tumble
To be loved for who we are — this is what we long for, live for, were put on this earth to taste. Sometimes, though, we have to stomach counterfeit love before the real thing locks into place.
Tara Talk guest post: Neighbor nuttery
“Playing well with others” isn’t everyone’s core competency. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. But, in the case of one Simba Rosenberg, there’s one way to strengthen those social muscles: surround yourself with a slew of new neighbors. Tara tells the tale today. – A.H.