If you’ve not yet done your holiday shopping, allow me to extend my condolences. The malls this week will be only slightly less tragic and messy than The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, without the benefit of Gordon Lightfoot.
But where there are Tabby’s Place cats, there’s hope.
It’s one of the cats’ best-kept secrets.
That’s why I’m taking it upon myself to shout it from the rooftops.
If there were a tree growing in Adoption Room #2, we’d see a heart scratched into its side, complete with Cupid’s arrow shot through. Scraped into the middle would be the initials: C + T = TLF (true love forever, for those who have been more successful than me at forgetting middle school acronyms).
And now, even without that telltale heart, Cypress and Trey’s secret is out.
It happens all the time.
You really get into a TV show and find yourself attached to the characters. Then, one of those stars decides he wants to do movies, explore his opportunities, and leave the show.
If they were human beans, the cats of Adoption Room #2 might be perfect fodder for a sitcom.
Just picture it: a sweet-natured schizophrenic, two good-time guys who love to snuggle strangers and pee on the floor, and the prettiest, hissiest girl in town all live together. Hijinks ensue.
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