Cats buck trends.
Cats beat trends.
Cats do not follow trends.
Today we remember.
We remember battles and sacrifices, blooming in fields of freedom.
We remember the quiet heroics of another species of warrior.
Long long ago (c. 1987), there was a TV commercial for the National Enquirer, in which an announcer informed us, “inquiring minds want to know.” An absolutely ebullient woman then squealed, “like ME!”
Apparently a lot of folksĀ agreed, because the Enquirer has exploded in popularity since then.
We’re absolutely ebullient about their top story this week.
It doesn’t take too much to get us giddy at Tabby’s Place.
If Jonathan announces over the PA, “Attention: I am about to play with kittens in the lobby,” five adult humans will come bounding out like punch-drunk puppies.
But this week, our excitement soared to new levels with the visit of the Cat Daddy himself, My Cat From Hell’s Jackson Galaxy.