I’ll let you in on a little secret.
If you’ve adopted a cat from Tabby’s Place, you have the power to make my day, and the days of at least five other human beans and 100 cats. And, if you’ve adopted three especially amazing Tabby’s Place alumni, you have the power to send us into the joy-stratosphere. Exhibit A: this e-mail from the Rusty-Brando-Francis Family:
It’s no secret that we’re in the presence of greatness at Tabby’s Place. Some folks call Tashi “the little Prince,” and Peachy is (obviously) in the highest echelon of royalty.
But, with a few recent arrivals, we would seem to have a full royal court. Windsor’s got nothing on Tabby’s Place.
The word “little” has a spectrum of meanings when it refers to cats…and many of those meanings have nothing to do with being small.
Take my own “little Dibbles,” who is 18 pounds of tiny titanic tabby adorableness. Or “little Bellis,” who increasingly looks like a creamsicle-colored sausage. Or today’s featured sweetheart, our very own “little patchwork quilt:” Jan.
Psst…this is a hot tip for Mr. Grey’s fans.
Our favorite feline stoner connoisseur of nepetalactone is continuing his mellow world tour…and he’s now officially joined the ranks of the sponsorable.
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