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.
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.
This post could have had several names. In living color. She’s a rainbow. But “banish winter” it shall be.
You, dear human beans, give me hope. It’s my fervent hope that you give yourselves hope, too.
The cookies are eaten. The gifts are unwrapped. Our hearts are half-splendor, half-melancholy. Christmas is over.
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.