Hallowinky
We buy Kit Kats. They are kit kats. We carve pumpkins with butter knives. They carve everything, with their own hands. We wear masks. They would never do such a thing. Cats are better at Halloween than we are.
Boq, Boq, Boq
We know a guy whose heart is so much bigger than his body, love sticks out his ears. If given the choice between a fifty-cheese taco and one head-bonk from Taco, he would choose the latter. And when he gets a little scared, he doesn’t chicken out. He chickens in.
Tutti for Tuttie
Tutti is Italian for “everyone.” È perfetto, cento percento. For our Tuttie is for everyone.
Sadie’s job description
She is not responsible for making the donuts. It’s below her pay grade to fold Berry‘s underpants. Sadie writes her own job description.
Baby Shelby
Shelby is fourteen. If she were human, Shelby would be seventy-five. Nevertheless, Shelby is a baby. We have the pictures to prove it.
She lives, she lives!
If you have hurtled through hard times with your soft heart intact, you deserve a victory chant. Much more: you are a victory chant. Everyone hear it for Kamate, Kamate!
Wally’s wonderfulness
It might appear that Tabby’s Place is the best thing that ever happened to Wally. But really, Wally is the best thing that ever happened to Wally. Now we just need to convince Wally.
Correcting our Graham-mar
It was just a funny little typo on our staff message board: “I recreated Graham.” She didn’t. She couldn’t. Even if she could, she wouldn’t. But it was the type of typo that reminds us what type of critters we are.
The (knick) knack of devotion
The long haul is no small thing. It’s the same old face you loved yesterday, too familiar to be boring. It’s the umpteenth ordinary breakfast, silent except for the symphony of whiskers and kibble. It’s Trinket and Tchotchke, cats named for knick-knacks, who have the knack for marathons.
When did Nigel get so friendly?
There are changes that happen so slowly, you don’t notice them until the happening has happened. Maybe you look in the mirror and see your father at age thirty-seven, which is perplexing, since you were under the impression he was still thirty-seven, and you were still eight. Maybe a mere acquaintance becomes the person you […]