Generous greed
CAT will answer to “CAT,” but that’s just a coincidence. CAT answers to himself. CAT answers to adventure. CAT answers every ringing thing that spreads rumors of life.
Shake the spaceship
If I don’t shake my spaceship, the confetti will party no more. I promise I am not having a break with reality.
Hearts felt
Recently I have been relaxing by stabbing soft hearts. If this sounds terribly violent, it is. If this sounds terrible, it isn’t. If this sounds like CAT’s idea, you’re starting to understand.
Outlook: outrageous
Do you ever want to just be outrageous? To choose the wide-brimmed magenta hat, to publish your poetry, to get the moon tattooed inside your wrist, to let your inside out with a shout? Do you ever wonder if this is why you admire cats?
From the brink and back again
Where are you from? Ringoes? Conshohocken? Manunka Chunk? Or the brink of destruction?
Cats are unreasonable
There. I said it. You know it’s true. I know it’s true. And you and me, we could stand to be a little more unreasonable, too. OK, a lot.
She’s okay
Call off the cavalry. Silence the sirens. Cancel the Access Hollywood interview. CAT is okay.
Inherently unstable
We deal in inherently unstable materials at the Tabby’s Place Laboratory. This is our glory. This is our grief. This is our calling. This is unavoidable.
Beyond the stew
When you are CAT, you do not stew. You do not meditate on the meals and mysteries that led you here. You do not agitate over the salmagundis or stroganoffs you have been unjustly denied. You keep moving.