The early results are in from the Jersey Boys‘ race out the door, and we have a winner.
It’s not Barry. It’s not Bowie. It’s Really, Really Ralph - and he’s sharing the victor’s spoils with a certain smooshy friend.
The early results are in from the Jersey Boys‘ race out the door, and we have a winner.
It’s not Barry. It’s not Bowie. It’s Really, Really Ralph - and he’s sharing the victor’s spoils with a certain smooshy friend.
In the immortal words of The Boss (Springsteen in this case, not Jonathan), nothing matters in the whole wide world when you’re in love with a Jersey girl.
Nothing - not even a five hour round trip.
The other day we received an online donation for a memorial brick in Cherny’s Garden for a cat named Peaches. This was followed shortly by email about Peaches and a photo.
The letter was so touching that I wanted to share it with other cat lovers. Here, with permission of Tom, is the letter and photo.
Longtime friends of this blog know SuzanneD as one of our most prolific, encouraging and all-around awesome posters.
She is also mama to three glamorous Tabby’s Place alumnae: Suri, Bonzai and Tara. SuzanneD, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing this most exceptional update with us - and for giving your girls the life most cats dream of.
There’s a strange thing about Tabby’s Place.
Actually, there are 100,000 strange things. One of them is the fact that vacation from Tabby’s Place is bittersweet. I’ll be out of town through Wednesday this week, and just the thought of it makes me ache a little a ton for Webster and the whole crew.
Fortunately, some of our finest Felis Catus family members will be blogging in my stead. Kicking things off is the luminous, the only, Karen, with an introduction to one very remarkable boy: Edward.