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It was a few mice short. It was missing the half of a lizard we once found in Solarium B. But otherwise, it was astonishingly close.
I have many special memories of Tabby’s Place’s staff veterinarian, the eminent Dr. C. My favorite: performing a lunchtime duet of “Rock Me Amadeus” for a righteous purpose. Some of our younger staff members couldn’t quite believe us that such a song existed. Now they know better. They are also slightly and appropriately frightened. My […]
Do you ever wake up, look up, and feel quite certain that the morning itself is giving you a funny look? Do you ever think this might be the day when grace finally, terribly runs out for you? Do you ever fear that there are apex predators in your pond?
“Don’t panic!” Words on the cover of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. “Don’t panic! Adjust!” Concise, prosaic words from my high school gym teacher that have stuck with me these very many years since that thankfully brief period.
Quick: tell me your favorite words of all time. I’ll go first: Beloved. Ubiquitous. Delightful. Ginormous. Luminous. Irrevocable. Mine all happen to describe cats.
When I was in high school, all of my best friends were boys. Each January, I prevailed upon them to join my “Banish Winter Campaign,” which entailed wearing our brightest possible colors every Friday. In my case, this was a ghastly glorious rainbow; in theirs, T-shirts in various shades of olive green, frequently bearing the […]
Intakes are good: Cats. Breath. One another’s faces and voices and real, physical presences and essences. But in times like these, intakes can take us by surprise and take command of our trembling hearts.
Forget fog. Spring “comes in on little cat feet” (thanks anyway, Carl Sandburg). Yet, even as it does, winter blows its harsh last gasps, roaring its frustration as it is forced to abdicate in favor of its gentler relative.
The rains in Mozambique have been relentless. The cyclones seem to have a crush on Madagascar. But here in Ringoes, NJ, things are fine and dry.