Epilogues: January 2019
Holy Moses. Did we really do it, kittens? Did we really clobber January?
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Tara Talk guest post: A boy and his Wookiee
Cats, like people, can always surprise you. After almost three years with my first Tabby’s Place alumnae Peggy and Dottie, they still reveal little quirks of personality, or develop new habits, or decide that they now hate the food they always gobbled down with glee. They’re mercurial creatures who never go stagnant. So it’s no […]
Valentitled
We are two weeks away from The Day On Which It Is Permissible To Expect Affection. This is of no concern to The Species From Which We Can Learn Much.
Hey Jude
This post has been weeks and prayers in the making. So let’s start here: it’s cause for celebration that you’re reading this at all. The mere existence of this post means that Jude is still very much alive.
Sup?
We’re a long way from condiment season. But in a certain Community Room, it’s still high time for hot dogs and hamburgers.*
Outpouring
Some days this job brings us very close to something very sacred. Correction: that occurs every day. Some days we’re just temporarily unclouded enough to see it.
Birthday beasts
Every day is a party at Tabby’s Place. There are shenanigans. There is tomfoolery. There’s enough Party Mix to make a trail to Neptune and back. But one day still stands apart.
Banish winter
This post could have had several names. In living color. She’s a rainbow. But “banish winter” it shall be.