Sam wise
In observance of President’s Day week, this post shall honor the cat who most echoes the statesmanship and service befitting the highest office in the land. By which, of course, I mean the cat who looks the most like Martin Van Buren.
You always spay the ones you love
Warning: the following may sound strange and more than a little wrong. Make that definitely will sound strange and wrong: Happy Valentine’s Day! This year, show your love by removing a cat’s reproductive organs!
Too fat for Fat Tuesday
It has come to my attention that I made a major Mardi Gras faux pas. I neglected the opportunity to focus on the gras.
The Barliamentarian
It’s a cryin shame. Tabby’s Place has never had cats with any of the following names: The Colonel, The Captain, The Commissioner or The Admiral. But there’s hope. The sanctuary’s classiness quotient spiked 7,000% with the arrival of Barley.
Lionheart
Warning: this will not be my most articulate blog post. Today I beseech you for your prayers for a cat. More precisely, the cat. The cat who puts the twist in my tail, the bend in my ends, the sprinkle on my cupcake. Webster.
Reigning simplicity
Sometimes what’s simple is true. There’s no “new math” required here: loving human + stripey kitten = neverending specialness.
The comeback
With apologies to Major Tom and regrets to Ziggy Stardust, I must announce: David Bowie is not the most significant comeback rocker of 2013. That would be Tabby’s Place’s own Natalie.
Juniper the magnificent
Much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for the epic title above. You’ll know he’s an AwesomeAdopter as soon as I tell you: Juniper‘s own Pa was calling her JUNIPER THE MAGNIFICENT within approximately 8 seconds of adopting her.