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.
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
Dearest international members of the Tabby’s Place family: please accept my apologies, on behalf of the entire United States, for the fact that, by and large, we Just Don’t Get soccer/football/futbol.
Every so often, we’re graced with a pair of cats who belong together. It’s as if one beautiful heart beats in two furry bodies.
When you’re a teenage guy, it doesn’t exactly raise your “cool factor” to call your sister your BFF. But that doesn’t stop 