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I am good at some things: coining band names, remembering obscure theological miscellany, matching scrunchies to appropriate outfits. I am bad at many things: Carcassonne, remembering that “less is more,” remaining in the present moment. Cats are good at just about everything, but especially that last item.
Cats have decreed: you are not too far gone. Cats poke and ponder: perhaps you have not gone far enough. Over the edge. Out of the burrow. Into the fray and the play and the prayer that is life.
Every several years, many among us do it. Mostly because we have to. Mostly because of planned obsolescence. We need to upgrade our devices.
You are on a journey through space and time. No, you aren’t in The Twilight Zone. You are somewhere far more interesting, vastly more magical, and eminently more real. You have entered Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary. You are here with me. It’s a Friday. Let’s go! We’ll start by swinging wide the big, blue […]
Time stands still. Time flies. Where did the time go? This is taking forever. Time is far more relative than even Einstein ever imagined. There are days when the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the breeze is so perfectly cool and refreshing or brisk and quickening that we wish we could stop […]
Fridays are spectacular. Full stop. No arguments. On Fridays, we get to wrap up the week. On Fridays, we get to start looking toward the weekend. Even for those who work on the weekend, there is a shift in the weekly rhythm. Mondays through Thursdays, the world plays one song. Saturdays and Sundays, songs and […]
I have had many office mates during my 18 years at Tabby’s Place. Just to be clear, they were all feline. They have spanned a wide range of ages, personalities and special needs. They have been various combinations of elderly, young, friendly, scared, blind, FIV+, obese and undoubtedly other characteristics I am forgetting. Some wanted […]
I once believed in straight roads and straight lines and straightforward stories. Then I realized I want friends and love and life in my life.
If you’re an artist (and if you’re breathing, this is you), you have influences. If you’re an artist of any caliber, those influences include cats.
It’s entirely possible that we have galumphing hordes of grandparents on our hands. We’re rich, kittens. Who among us, whether seven or seventy-seven, couldn’t use a good Grandpa or twelve?