Saints, souls and shmoldies
If you hang around Tabby’s Place for any length of time, you will unavoidably encounter the word “shmoldie.” Repeatedly. Inescapably. Inexplicably.
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For a cat contained in a hospital, Miriam was a far-ranging voyager. It’s still hard to grasp that she’s begun her last voyage.
Here’s something worth thinking about. If you meet someone named Gus, is it short for August, Augustine, Augustus, or Asparagus?
We talk about Life more than usual this time of year. Perhaps it’s because we need it so desperately, weary of brown fields and whipping cold. Maybe it’s because Life itself starts getting fidgety and feisty around us, little yellow buds singing protest songs at a grim sky.
There are various things you need to thrive each day. You can get your riboflavin and selenium and calcium from Centrum. But for a certain vital element, you’re going to have to come to Tabby’s Place.