There may be eight million stories in the Naked City and only about fourteen in Ringoes.
But when we factor in the cats, there are one hundred meellion stories Casa Tabby. Bellis‘ is one of them…and, as you’ll see, she’s so much more than just another story.
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
Funny thing, this business of ownership.
These pink polka-dot socks on my feet are mine. The half-finished cup vat of green tea on my desk is mine. Your patience with my strange sense of humor is all yours (bless your heart). But in what sense - if any - is a cat really yours or mine? Do we - can we - ever own a living, feeling soul wrapped in purr and fur and awesomeness?
He was already a living legend for his colossal paws, but now the mighty Milo has a new claim to fame infamy.
The big guy with the enormous attitude has been…well, ex-Communi(ty)cated.
So you make it out of a high-kill shelter in the company of a uniquely spectacular clique of cats. One by one, each of your buddies is adopted, and you keep waiting, wondering…can a lovable, marshmallow-y, lumpy older boy find love?
Oh, Rickie, you needn’t have worried. Your forever home was mean to be long before you even came to Tabby’s Place.
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It was a Thanksgiving miracle worthy of the heartiest “