We try to be pretty open-minded at Tabby’s Place, but some things just don’t go together.
Peanut butter and ketchup. Dobro and a ruffled lavender bonnet. Kenny G and my ears.
Kittens and The Pit Of Stench.
March 31st, 2011
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Ivan and the unbearable
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March 30th, 2011
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Women who run with the cheetahs
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There are three Adoption Rooms at Tabby’s Place: cozy nooks fit for lucky handfuls of cats.
Behind door #3 are the little old ladies. Behind door #2 are Max, Trey and his lady. And behind door #1…well, there you’ll find the wild women of Tabby’s Place.
March 28th, 2011
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Show me the cats, part II
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Where we last left our Show Me staters, something was foul in Denmark the Special Needs Suite.
But, Kendall and Hawkeye to the contrary, most of the Missouri delegation have melted in just fine with their roommates. The best example of this may be Icelus.
March 25th, 2011
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Show me the cats, part I
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Cats seem naturally unskeptical. Armed with industrial-strength amounts of awesome, they’re happy to believe each morning that the world is good and hope is real.
But when you’re from the Show Me state, you might need a pinch of proof before you give your whole heart.
March 23rd, 2011
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Wild oranges
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There are, in fact, some things about Tabby’s Place that are undeniably el Stinko.
Actually, they all boil down to one: we can’t rescue every single cat.
March 22nd, 2011
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Wintry mix
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It doesn’t get much worse than a world of ”always winter, never Christmas.”
On the other hand, it doesn’t get much better than a world of all Winter, all the time.
