The Cake
The Cake is no gateau, fancy and fussy. The Cake is not a croissant, all buttery ego with no weight. The Cake is a secret recipe, but he is sharing one crumb at a time.
The Cake is no gateau, fancy and fussy. The Cake is not a croissant, all buttery ego with no weight. The Cake is a secret recipe, but he is sharing one crumb at a time.
Here. You’re here, and that’s what matters. We’re calling you “the kids,” our kids, the Lebanon kids, the loved kids. It is the ultimate honor to be here with you.
By request of Oliver, we need to bring back an old-timey expression. Oliver is not just flirting with you. Oliver is not just gazing at you as though you are the universe’s greatest achievement. Oliver is making eyes at you.
It’s not every day we have a Family Meeting at Tabby’s Place. But when 21 family members are in peril across the Atlantic, it’s all hands on deck.
Cats, you’re supposed to be better than this. More precisely, you’re supposed to be better than us.
“We Don’t Talk About Bruno” is an unforgettable song from Encanto. But we talked non-stop about Bruno, the cat who tried to stay forgotten … and enchanted us instead.
Severe Weather Outlook: Take Immediate Action Multiple confirmed miracles in the vicinity. Widespread outbreak of sustained hope is imminent. It is too late to secure your pessimism and patio furniture. Prepare for a total loss of gloom.
I originally titled this blog post, “Forever Loved: Too Many.” That would not have been inaccurate. But it would not have born witness to the cats we loved one by one.
Cats are enthusiastic about excess. They are not content with four treats, when they know there are ninety-six more in the bag. They will not depart your lap after one hour of cuddling, when that means their day has been a meager 4% cuddled. And they will not keep their levels of “lovable” under control.
Today we continue our journey through a difficult season in recent Tabby’s Place history. We pick up our story just after Graham’s devastating diagnosis… Like all bullies, death plays dirty, getting in a sucker punch when our guard is down. But for a moment, it looked like we would have a gulp of good news […]