Happy endings do happen - even for the dorks and downtrodden.
Charlie Brown does get to hold hands with the little red-haired girl, even if Lucy never lets him kick the football. William Hung does get a record deal, even if he’s not on anyone’s list of Greatest Vocalists of All Time.
There’s one thing that just might give us all grey hair before our time at Tabby’s Place.
Kittens who won’t eat.
It’s hard to get the recommended daily allowance of certain nutrients.
Vitamin D. Fiber. Cuteness.
In ancient Israel, a person’s name carried great significance. Families bestowed names with meanings like “Yahweh is Salvation” or “God Strengthens.”
In modern-day Tabby’s Place, a cat’s name carries great significance. Staff members bestow names with meanings like “frosted confection” or “woodland rodent.”
Or “angry celebrity.”
I hope you’re sitting down, because I’m about to make a shocking statement.
Not everyone is nice…and not every cat is nice. Life, for that matter, is not all hee-hee/haa-haa. (Or, for that matter, Ha Ha Hee Hee. But I digress)
“Bikini season” is a foreign concept to felines.
Muffin would be especially puzzled by this case of foolish human beanery.
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