Well, my friends, you wondered, you asked, you e-mailed me, you guessed…
…and, amazingly, every single one of you was wrong. Hanz and Franz are not who anyone thought they were.
Well, my friends, you wondered, you asked, you e-mailed me, you guessed…
…and, amazingly, every single one of you was wrong. Hanz and Franz are not who anyone thought they were.
When is a kitten not just a kitten?
When he’s (a) a fur boa, (b) an interlitter peacemaker and (c) all that and five bags of chips. Phillie is no ordinary kitten.
By now, we shouldn’t have been surprised…but we couldn’t help it. Not another one.
Yes, yet another cat had come to Tabby’s Place with the name…(sigh) Oreo. We couldn’t - we wouldn’t - leave him to the fate of being the 900,000th 6th Oreo at Tabby’s Place (and the third simultaneously). Something had to be done. Something serious. In a flash, Oreo the Sixth became Hydrox, narrowly evading the fate of being another Oreo.
…for Sorbet.
Actually, we scream for Gelato, too - though in his case, it’s all over but…well, the screaming.