Hodie
Let’s get this out of the way first: “Hodie” is not the name of a current Tabby’s Place cat. We should remedy that. By the end of this post, I hope you’ll agree.
Let’s get this out of the way first: “Hodie” is not the name of a current Tabby’s Place cat. We should remedy that. By the end of this post, I hope you’ll agree.
True fact: I am not only a daft, dunderheaded blogger, but also the Development Director (fancy word for Money Raisin’ Person) at Tabby’s Place. Also true: Jonathan pays me primarily for the latter.
There’s just one to go, my little goobers. Month, that is. But it may as well be a moment.
Nothing I could write here could possibly add to Jess’s words below. Thank you, thank you, thank you, extraordinary friend. — A.H.
If you have ever given anything to any charity anywhere, today your inbox is full. The unifying message: today is Giving Tuesday GIVING TUESDAY #GIVINGTUESDAY!!!
There’s a lie that’s been going around since the dawn of time. It goes something like this: “there is no reason for you.”
Cats are gleefully non-self-explanatory. So it’s only right that their names are often shrouded in mystery.
Someone call the great fashion houses of Paris and Milan. Functional fashion has had its day. Ours is the age of skin-deep declaration. We’re not talking tattoos; this is about wearing your essence in every pore.