May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
The only consolation in losing a love like Pitzel is trusting what lies ahead.
To cure a cat, it helps to know what’s wrong in the first place.
To cure a certain Community Cat, it helps to have a lot of prayer and love as we grope through the mystery.
Whereas: only 9% of cats in Tabby’s Place history have been tortoiseshells.
Whereas: we are presently graced with no fewer than six torties.
Resolved: this is cause for massive celebration.
Last week I received an e-mail from a certain Barrister Grey, notifying me that I “have been selected for a conformable Bank Draft of £1.850,000.00 Great British Pounds.”
Some might think that this is spam. But we know it’s just that mellow goofball of the Community Room, Mr. Grey, having a bit of fun with his human beans. It appears he may have been aided and abetted by his assistants, Miss Peachypenny and Pitzel Potts.
Unlike human beans, cats are blissfully anxiety-free when it comes to “body image” issues. Every one, of every shape, size and quirk, is beautiful, and every one knows it. It’s one of the numberless reasons I admire them.
Yet amidst all the beautiful cats we get to love, every so often one stands out as especially stunning, fair of face and full of grace. Happy dancers of the Felis Catus world, I present to you…Pitzel.