Epilogues: November 2019
Don’t let commercials about rich people getting Christmas Cadillacs make you cynical. These are, in fact, the days of miracle and wonder. And I’ve got 120 cats to back me up.
Making way for Mackenzie
No one intends to get older, much less old. But the surprise comes for us all. One minute you’re building a tree fort with your imaginary friend Zenobia;* the next you catch yourself saying, “This weekend, I’m really looking forward to reorganizing my sock drawer.”
Epilogues: December 2017
Oh, frisky feisty January. You are longer than your 31 days, starting with fireworks and ending with “finally!” You are the time for cold crunch under our feet and Christmas leftovers gone crusty. You are the month of few holidays and generally muted merriment. But those who live among cats have all the frisk and […]
Bailey’s forever home jackpot
We do a lot of “new math” at Tabby’s Place. For instance, four identical small sable felines+ one orange goofball = one of the grooviest cat quintets ever born.