It has taken me two weeks to get the emotional strength to write this post. I figured I had cried myself dry and I knew that putting this down on “paper” would reopen the wounds. But it had to happen.
Today is the day.
It has taken me two weeks to get the emotional strength to write this post. I figured I had cried myself dry and I knew that putting this down on “paper” would reopen the wounds. But it had to happen.
Today is the day.
Once upon a time, there was a Suite Marmalade.
Then there wasn’t, and then there was, and now there is again…in a new form.
Normally, I wouldn’t advise enjoying fast food after it’s been sitting out for a year.
But when the Value Meal in question is feline and phenomenal, how can we do anything other than adore it? Special thanks to AwesomeAdopter S. for this jubilant update on mama Wendy, her son Chili, and Chili’s “uncles” Purrcy and (fellow Tabby’s Place alum) Jesse.
Just when we thought Suite Marmalade was as orange as it gets, along came the nuts.
This litter of pale-orange jumping beans may live up to their nutty names, but I’ll take them over the tastiest snack any day of the week.
Long ago and far away, Geoff’s biggest worry was people mispronouncing his name (Gee-hoff, anyone?).
Nowadays, you can call him Geoff or Gee-hoff or Gumby for all he cares. Things like that have a way of losing their importance once you’ve become a striped miracle.