Oh, baby, baby, how were we supposed to know?
It’s no secret that she’s not that innocent, but , still, we never expected Brittany to return to Tabby’s Place.
Oh, baby, baby, how were we supposed to know?
It’s no secret that she’s not that innocent, but , still, we never expected Brittany to return to Tabby’s Place.
Just when we thought Suite Marmalade was as orange as it gets, along came the nuts.
This litter of pale-orange jumping beans may live up to their nutty names, but I’ll take them over the tastiest snack any day of the week.
Two words can strike elation into even the hardest heart: kitten season.
And, this spring, one of the most gifted writers and volunteers I know is kind enough to chronicle our little ones’ adventures here on Felis Catus. There’s one catch: this dear scribe, hereafter known as Fuzzball, wishes to remain anonymous. So with great joy, I present the blog debut of Fuzzball and the kittens.
Here’s a confession: sometimes human beans can be selfish. Including this human bean.
I had hoped that we’d get to enjoy the pure, unadulterated bliss of seeing all seven Greek kittens romp together in the lobby. But, in order for that to happen, the kittens couldn’t find their forever homes during their stint in Quarantine…and, yes, a wee, wicked little part of me hoped they wouldn’t.
I’m happy to report that I did not get my selfish wish.
Little Dave has no trouble making friends wherever he goes.
As many of you know, Dave has been my foster son and traveling companion since October. Dave is always ready to climb into his heated cat carrier with the cozy fleece blanket, and take a ride to see all his friends at Tabby’s Place.