If Tabby’s Place is a sovereign nation, the cat suites are more like independent republics than states.
There is no Congress at Tabby’s Place. We are bereft of representative feline government. Suite B cats stay within the bounds of Suite B, and Suite A cats patrol the borders of Suite A, and never the twain shall meet.
Or at least, rarely.
Cats, being thoroughly magical on their own merits, have no need of accessories like fairy dust or pixies or wands or wings.
Ever have a morning when the clock radio wakes you up to MacArthur Park,* the toast is burnt, and you haven’t done laundry in so long you have to wear the emergency backup underwear?
Elijah in the Bible had some grade-A adventures.
You may have heard it said, “believe half the things you see, and none of the things you hear.”
“Everything in moderation…including moderation.”