There’s a lot of leaping involved in what we do at Tabby’s Place.
I don’t mean over dribbles of diarrhea. I don’t mean around sleeping cats. At least, I don’t mean exclusively those things.
I mean leaps of the faithful kind.
October 12th, 2012
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The feast of Jennifer Ann
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I’m of the opinion that we need to have more Feast Days.
Given that this isn’t the year 1287, I confess to not being entirely sure how Feast Days are conducted. But I know that there used to be a bunch of them, and I’m confident they were awesome. Basically, all the lords and ladies and peasants and serfs and squires would get together at the church/mead house/town square/Wal-Mart to make merry. Feast Days could be occasioned by miracles and marvels, deliverances and delights.*
Well, my lords and ladies, it’s officially time for some merry-making Casa Tabby.
April 20th, 2012
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There in black and white
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We don’t believe in black magic at Tabby’s Place.
Black-and-white magic, on the other hand, is alive and well.
March 23rd, 2012
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JenAnn
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You have to be careful when choosing nicknames.
Chuck Norris is not a “Pinky.” Newt Gingrich is not a “Sparkles.” The guy from the Shticky commercial is not a “Professor.” Sluggo is not a “Twinkle Toes.”
And Jennifer Ann is not, was not, and will never be a “Jenny.”
January 4th, 2012
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Ageless impitude
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I’d place Baby New Year somewhere between The Burger King and Mayor McCheese on the Creep-o-Meter.
Whoever came up with the idea of representing the year with a naked, top-hatted baby…who gradually becomes a sad old Father Time carrying a sharp implement? Fortunately, Tabby’s Place has got you covered with a decidedly uncreepy Baby New Year all our own.
