Riddle me this: what’s better than a home with one Tabby’s Place alum?
How about a home with two limited-edition, full-of-win Tabby’s Place cats?
I don’t know about you, but, personally, I like that last slice of bread - the “end” or the “heel,” as its cultured despisers call it.
It’s always a little crustier, a little more rustic and real and rad. And so it is with the end of the Mighty Breads.
Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth c. 2008, the Community Room was a female-only zone.
Jonathan was permitted visits, but otherwise all the cats - and humans - in this main office space were of the female persuasion.
As Chance (or Yoda) would be happy to tell you, when 80,000 years old you are, care what people say you don’t.
It’s less expected to find such wisdom from younger sages…much younger sages. Unless those sages happen to be Miley and Millie and Arugula and Endive.
Shutting up is not generally my forte.
But, in the face of this video, I am finally speechless.