You might think so if you happen to glance into Suite B.
That’s because, when the light shines just right on one of our weirdest residents, she looks like nothing so much as…an opossum. That’s our Babs.
You might think so if you happen to glance into Suite B.
That’s because, when the light shines just right on one of our weirdest residents, she looks like nothing so much as…an opossum. That’s our Babs.

Just a few days ago, the FDA issues an alert about Vetsulin®, a type of insulin created for cats (and dogs). We have quite a few diabetics at Tabby’s Place. Most of them use glargine, but two of them were on Vetsulin.
I suspect some of you have diabetic cats, so I wanted to make sure you knew of this, in case any of your cats are using Vetsulin.
I would most definitely eat antipasto twice just because she is so nice: Angelina. And, the way she swoons for her dry food, Angelina would certainly be content with a regular gig at the pizzeria.
But for now, our zaftig love-bug remains, inexplicably, in Suite A.
Maybe they need therapy. Then again, when you’re in (stereotypical) therapy, you - the human bean - are lying on a couch, right?
So maybe living under the couch is Eloise & Lady Grey’s way of telling us they think we need therapy?
I should have written this post on Saturday. But, truth be told, I haven’t had the heart to do it before now.
So, please forgive the late blog entry. We let China go late Friday evening.