There’s a cat for every home…and a home for every cat. But sometimes, it takes a little finagling to make the right match.
King had no problem accumulating minions admirers at Tabby’s Place. How could you not love this chatty, wacky, awesomely imperial guy? Built like Jimmy Stewart but with a personality like Jerry Lewis, King was a catch…but not a match for every home. So it is with special joy that I hand the microphone to King’s forever subjects - er, family.
Two is often better than one.
Especially when it’s a very royal dessert sandwich.
Every so often, we get to welcome a group of cats who are so much greater than the sum of their parts.
The Islip eight. The sweet Southern sixteen. And, now, the Big Apple babies.
It’s no secret that we’re in the presence of greatness at Tabby’s Place. Some folks call Tashi “the little Prince,” and Peachy is (obviously) in the highest echelon of royalty.
But, with a few recent arrivals, we would seem to have a full royal court. Windsor’s got nothing on Tabby’s Place.
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