There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place.
That’s true in at least two senses.
There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place.
That’s true in at least two senses.
We try to be pretty open-minded at Tabby’s Place, but some things just don’t go together.
Peanut butter and ketchup. Dobro and a ruffled lavender bonnet. Kenny G and my ears.
Kittens and The Pit Of Stench.
Ask, and you shall receive. The infinitely smooshable Boots is now available for sponsorship.
And, as should go without saying, he remains available for infinite hugs.
I almost titled this post “Meet the Community Cats #9.”
But that’s not quite right; you’ve already met Boots. You just don’t know him in his Community Cat existence yet.